bellinghman (
bellinghman) wrote2010-06-25 10:32 am
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A brainworm
After yesterday's conclusion to the interminable Isner-Mahut tennis match, the zombie theme has been going round my head.
And somewhat inevitably, it has come up with
The Zombies of Wimbledon Common: strange creatures emerge from their shelters and keep Wimbledon Common tidy by collecting and recycling passers-by.
And somewhat inevitably, it has come up with
The Zombies of Wimbledon Common: strange creatures emerge from their shelters and keep Wimbledon Common tidy by collecting and recycling passers-by.
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Disinterred,
Zombies shambling free...
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I await the rest of the lyrics as soon as you've had the time to work them out.
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The Zombies of Wimbledon Common are we
Making good use of the dead that we find
Folk that were sadly lost and left behind
Zombies are organised, work as a team
Zombies are tidy (but not really clean)
Underground, overground, shuffling free
The Zombies of Wimbledon Common are we
People don't notice us, they never see
Under their noses a Zombie may be
We shamble by night and we shuffle by day
Looking for bodies to trundle away
We're so incredibly utterly devious
Making the most of everything
Even innards and skin
Pick up the bodies and make 'em into tasty stew
Is what we do
Underground, overground, shuffling free
The Zombies of Wimbledon Common are we
Making good use of the dead that we find
Folk that were sadly lost and left behind
Your wish is my command, dear :-)
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I next asked her on the 1st March 1996, in Avignon, just to confirm that she hadn't been momentarily confused when she'd taken advantage of the previous day's date to ask me.
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I love you both. AND NOW THIS IS IN MY HEAD AND WON'T COME OUT. I hate you both. Hey, it's a thin line ...
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I'd threaten to sing it next time we encountered you. However, my singing is sufficiently bad that it might be grounds for divorce, so you're safe.
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