Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the town
No human left living, no earthly sound.
Undead were a-roaming, feasting at night
On the idiots who'd said 'I'll be alright'
Ghosties and ghoulies, zombies, undeads
Were feasting on brains fresh from their heads
The Heroes are dead munched to the ground
There's plenty of intestines and guts to go round.
When up from the window there rose such a splatter
As zombies fought over the unhealthy and fatter
Running lunches who couldn't escape just as quick
As those healthy bastards with gym memberships
A little old granny all wizened and cute
Came out of the night dressed in a red suit
A tottering buffet to all zombie's delight
Easy pickings for all that lived in the night.
Now ghosty now ghoulie now zombie dead guy
You've all been quite naughty and now you will fry
With a tilt of head they didn't comprehend
This kung-fu senior granny was marking their end
She spoke not a word, but went straight to work
She filled all the trashcans with undead, the jerks
Laying a finger aside of her nose
And giving a nod she continued her throws
With a whoop and holler she cleared out the deck
Undead are despatched removed from the set
She was heard to exclaim, as she walked out of sight
"I Hate fucking Zombies, they ruin the night!"