He always wore big glasses and had shiny white hair
A bright off color smile and a very friendly glare
He hung out with the dead in the dawn, day, and night
And always knew how to treat a brutal zombie bite
He would buy us tons of presents every Halloween
Wrapped up in a pretty bow with tons of gangrene
We’d open up the gifts he brought and couldn’t believe our eyes
Rotting, smelly limbs beautifully covered in flies
The feet went to Johnny and the head went to Sue
I almost cried tears of joy when I opened our neighbor Stu
He was our favorite family member, our own sort of hero
Wouldn’t expect anything less from crazy Uncle Romero
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