• It's hard to believe
    She doesn't look dead at all
    Her skin looks like wax,
    Sculpted perfectly life like
    With a little more shine, a bottle of 'wrinkles begone',
    and hair dye
    She could look like a life size barbie doll
    Wouldn't it be a spark of surprise
    If she were to jump up and start tap dancing?
    To shout, holler, and make a ruckus
    While we watched dumbstruck?
    Despite her still body, lack of even the faintest pulse,
    Or breath, she looks alive
    A fake body made of wax to trick us
    So she could elope with a new found man to Hawaii
    She might even crawl out and attempt to eat us like a starved zombie
    But no, it will not happen for she is dead
    Yet her ghost remains to shout "BOO!" around;
    every corner we turn
    Dead, but still scaring us with her wicked sense
    of frightening humor
    Grams you trickster, go to heaven already
    And stop fooling around here