DEAN FARNELL
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Zombie LustA Poem by DEAN FARNELLMy flesh is falling off all i did was coughI've never felt as ill as this beforeMy lips have all gone blue, i don't know what to doI thought i'd rest .. |
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Zombie BarbecueA Poem by DEAN FARNELLlots of strange thingshappened,At the zombiebarbecue,There's steaks of human flesh,Pinched from a grave or two.The drinks were made fromstagnant blood.. |
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The Death Of BelaA Poem by DEAN FARNELLThe towers in turmoil The bats are weepingThey all thought belaWas only sleepingThe crypt's gone quietCoffin's gone coldThe blood he drippedTo them wa.. |
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The Haunted HotelA Poem by DEAN FARNELLThe tales were true and gospelAt the haunted hotelThe rooms are old and creakyWith that musty aged smellTo think I pay to stay hereI must be quite ins.. |
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The Devil Went Down To YorkshireA Poem by DEAN FARNELLThe Devil went down to YorkshireHe were looking for a cap to stealThe stereotype, from all the tykesJust added to his ordealThe Devil he picked on Yor.. |
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The Mourning Of HalloweenA Poem by DEAN FARNELLThe 31st has been and goneOh what a night It's beenMy belly full of special treatsIt's because of HalloweenI partied with some witchesComplete with wa.. |
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The CurseA Poem by DEAN FARNELLI Opened doors for ladies, gentsThe posh and even skanksI waited for acknowledgementNo nods or even thanksPlease and thank you's banishedJust words fr.. |
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Ghosts Are HarmlessA Poem by DEAN FARNELLWe all had nightmaresWhen we we kidsDemons, monstersSeen on vidsGhosts are harmlessMy mother saidNone so friendlyAs those who are deadNow go to sleepT.. |
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The Fate Of The Pumpkins (A Halloween Tragedy)A Poem by DEAN FARNELLThey loved me when they saw meI was welcome In their placeOctober was the dreaded monthMy slaying would take placeThe knives were placed so neatlyThis.. |
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HumbugA Poem by DEAN FARNELLSanta is a burglarAnd Snowmen have no ballsThe Angel on the christmas TreeHas needles up her drawersCarol singers beg for cashTo top up on their booze.. |
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