Whilst my brother PeeWee dream about yours truly making cookies for him, poor deranged soul! I have been "welcoming" our female guest when the Zombie Bride wasn't looking (she holds a mean leather whip) and the bash started right away to degenerate into a complex and dark orgy!

Morally corrupt by intemperance sensuality
my perverted invitees arrived one and all,
some flying on brooms seeing better days
others were been carried like a box of worms,
already before any beginning were bitching
who was the great, among the peer’s, misbegot!

Running late from Canada the Canuck arrived
drunk, begrimed trying to “sing” a dirty song
accompanied by the guitar of an old geezer
smelling like a few weeks on the sun dead dog,
but what the hell them was invited to the bash
the more the merrier even those stone-cold!

The “girls” if that Witches hags can be call that,
Excited all the boys that were panting like hogs
at the prospect of a real naked mud wrestling
getting “busy” with the ones alive, and those not,
cos in a pestilent gathering with many strangers
if one is horny, one must do what the other does!

Belching brought protest from the Coors drinkers
it wasn’t what brought the cursing, not at all!
but for some of the Ladies on Brooms that farted
with an unbelievable and hellish of stinking odor
as to get the gathering gasping for cyanide whiffs,
even getting the zombies noses out of their joint!

Don’t believe rumors going around of me about,
don’t cater for Witches and for brothers ain’t cook,
and don’t give rewards but sadistic punishment
for the ones that have dared to pissed me off,
welts all of you for souvenirs will be getting
as the leather whip of my Zombie bride can vouch!