Delores

Delores is covered in dirt,

She is a zombie with a plan,

She will morbidly flirt,

And kill some unlucky man,

If death could make you hot,

From the scent of formaldehyde,

You will long to rot,

At her maggot filled side,

She longs to eat your heart,

And you just might agree,

To let her rip you apart,

Just to be her tragedy,

From beyond the grave,

Delores longs to misbehave.

~

See you @ Sonnet # 50

~PLMII