Morning tea. Run for your lives for the undead is awake! She is roaming the streets, so flee for heavens sake! For fifty nights and days she has slept deep in a cellar chamber she was kept But now she is free, terrorizing the town Walking up and down, with a very angry frown People are screaming and running for their lives Some people run, some jumps and some even fly She is walking through every house, searching and looking Not for their blood, their gold nor their cooking What does the undead want? Terrorizing our street? Why is she growling? What does she eat? She is walking in a bathrobe, sirkling and growling The hair is a mess, eyesockets black, mouth is howling She was longing for only one single thing She would search every house for a bag with string WHAT COUNTRY IS THIS? She shoutet angrily But then she found it, finally She prepared boiling water and a batman-cup Added sugar, some milk and a lemon drop Why is it so difficult to get a morning cup tea? She said leaning back on her sofa, feeling free Im maybe not a morning person She tiredly said Sipping her tea, turning back to mortal, from undead
Posted on: Thu, 18 Dec 2014 07:08:55 +0000
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