The
zombies scratching at the door,
The
groans and howls you can’t ignore;
Green
aliens from outer space,
With
compound eyes on every face;
Some
robots with computer brains,
That
clank and whirr with cogs and chains;
Or
ghostly ghouls with pallid skin,
Which
leaves you feeling cold within;
These
horrors high in scariness,
I’d
gladly face, I must confess,
Than
suffer from a sloppy kiss
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by Aunty Fliss ...
