English: A zombie (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Mr Grave
Our maths teacher is a zombie
His name is Mr Grave
He’s got eyes the colour of murder
And nobody misbehaves.
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The government employed him
When the dead rose from the ground
Get them off the welfare bill
The angry PM frowned.
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But zombies like to eat our flesh
And that just what he did
From year one to year six
He gnawed upon the kids.
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The headmaster tried to sack him
What else could he do?
But Mr Grave ate his P45
And a year four prefect too
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The staff room was in uproar
What if they were next?!
They gathered round a Bunsen burner
And boiled up a hex.
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Mr Pipette the science teacher
Was to be the fleshy bait
Drinking down the poison
Then waiting for his fate
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He was eaten in the science lab
With a side order of rat
Mr Grave gave a mighty belch.
And tucked into a cat.
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The poison was inside him
shooting through his veins
An ear fell off and then a foot
Out his nostrils came his brain
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But the walking dead are hardy folk
And practically astute
So he wrapped himself in masking tape
from mouldy head to boot.
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But just when he was feeling safe
He realised he’d been silly
Of all the things to forget to tape
How could he forget his willy!
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