ON ACCEPTING THE FRENCH IDEA OF GENIUS:

There once was a zombie from France
who didn't care to wear pants;
His junk went a danglin'
as them folk he went manglin'
and he ate up their brains just like that.

There was a young man named Paul,
who was kind and gentle to all.
The zombies they ate him
like yummy good bacon;
they gobbled him up bones and all.

There was an old zombie from Reno
who spent eternity just playing keno,
other zombies want brains
but she just refrained,
still wanting to win back a g note.

Greta from Northern Biloxi
had gumption and a whole lot of moxi,
when the zombies attacked
she always fought back,
but was eaten like bagels and lox-i.

OH, those sucked.