Another Gregg the Grim Reaper Poem.

I know this has already been done before but I decided to do one anyway.

I've heard that some people don't like bats

But me? I hate those bloody cats!

There's not a single place that's safe from their piss

And they've ever got versions of the buggers that are fish!

And they've got nine lives, why do they deserve that?

All they ever do is catch the odd rat

And they're not so bad.

But what REALLY makes me mad

Are zombies, I mean, for goodness sake, they're DEAD!

That means I shouldn't have to shoot them in the head

Just to stop them from moving!

If I ever meet the git who's approving,

All this nonsense, I'll take my scythe

And stick it up... err. Somewhere that's not very nice

`Till it comes out his mouth! That'll teach the twerp,

Whose making me do all this extra work

(And for hardly any pay to.)

And as for you!

Well, it's nice to see someone's listening to what I say

But that's it Piss off! Oh, and have a horrible day!