Note: This poem is spoofed from an Italian sonnet written by Elizabeth Barret Browning, So if some of the lines seem familiar...
From a Zombie (to a person)
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height.
I love thee boiled, broiled, or fried.
Preferbably fat, to last my days,
For I love thee, as decaying you lay.
For you I would gladly fight,
Though you consider me a bight,
I love thee with a passion put to use,
For as delicous and raw as you,
One must for a long time muse,
As whether to cook or not to cook you.
