The Morning After Halloween

‘Twas the morning after Halloween and everything seemed fine.

The difference was that Ron was grounded because he didn’t toe the line.

Ronald yawned and shot a look across the breakfast table,

He didn’t notice the grotesque images on the TV cable.

Ron took a box of cereal with the picture of a bee,

And munching on those rounded snacks he tripped and bumped his knee.

He threw the box to the ground and let out quite a yelp,

He realized that this big old bruise really didn’t help.

You see Ron was late to the bus; he was really in a hurry,

He was trying his best to dodge, his teacher’s wrath and fury.

He heard a honk outside his door grabbed his lunch and ran,

The bus took off really fast, but Ronald had a plan.

Lying in the yard quite near sat a long green rubber hose.

He threw it up in the air forming two huge round lassos.

He closed one off around his waist; he was running out of time.

Ron threw as hard as he could and hooked the bus fuel line.

The bus exploded hard and fast, it really was a mess.

The children’s body parts were plastered on the fresh cut grass.

Ron ate the parts plain and raw, dirtying his face.

Hearing sirens in the distance, it was time to leave this place.

He grabbed a brain, a couple of arms, a leg, a hand, a foot.

Out of nowhere Ving Rhames popped out, and flamethrowered him to soot.

The moral of this story is that you should listen to your parents.

Ron snuck out of his house the night before to explore like William Barents.

He wandered left and wandered right and jumped a set of gates,

A cemetery Ron encountered and soon he met his fate.

You see in that cemetery, Ron was bitten by a zombie.

His thirst for flesh developed because he didn’t listen to his mommy.

So if you all are shocked and mad and your response is just a cough,

Well all I can tell you is that you can all just go fuck off.

Just remember, that your parents just want you to be kind and listen,

They love you and you just may miss, the fact the dead had risen.