Monday, March 14, 2005

He Lives, And He Needs More Brains

Pharyngula: This One's for David Heddle

He Lives!

There once was a fellow they crucified;
by all accounts, the poor sod died.
They buried the body and sealed the tomb,
but three days later, self-exhumed,
the carcass came back, with an appetite
for human brains; he prowled by night,
emptying heads, with a ravenous drool,
and filling them up with cotton wool.


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