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Step right up for the costume prize!
Let's meet our finalists
A witch went first with a cat on her arm
Then a vampire girl with creepy charm
A spooky ghost in a white bedsheet
Then came the zombie... dragging his feet
One by one, they took the stage
The crowd cheered loudly for their faves
But last in line, with empty eyes...
The zombie took the prize
He didn't dance, didn't say a word
Just stared ahead like he hadn't heard
He smelled like leaves, was pale and thin
And no one saw when he walked in
The judges spoke among themselves
The anxious crowd began to yell
One pointed left, one pointed right,
But still to no surprise
The zombie took the prize
Someone whispered, "Who is he?"
No name tag, no ID
He stood so still, then turned his head
And half the crowd just screamed and fled
One by one, they showed their flair
But only one gave such a scare
The judges shook, then raised their signs...
The zombie took the prize
The judge leaned in, to shake his hand ...
He should have stopped, but went right in...
Too late to run, but not to BITE!...
The zombie took his prize.
The zombie took his prize