[b]Cranky[/b]
Here lies an ass.
Cranky his name, and cranky his nature, alas.
Old before he met his Jenny, they never had a youthful roll in the grass.
Still yelled at kids and gave them sass.
Now he’s gone, a lifeless mass.
Now she mourns—his ancient lass.

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Corpses
Bloated, stiff
Rotting, moaning, chasing
Love my family, but—
Zombies