Mutant Cowboy Zombie

The Tale of the Mutant Cowboy Zombie


After the heist on the bank

They shot old hank

Left him to die and stole his take

Only he didn't die

He turned into a pie

The sun baked him good

Like only the sun could

His flavor was chicken and curry

But he was in no hurry

Got bit by some a freaky  wolves

Turned into a mutant with big hoofs

He galloped around

Then a flood came and he nearly drowned

But he gained the power of ten thousand suns

And set off to track down those bums

Those double crossing cowards

Weazly pickers of flowers

He found them in the saloon of a desert town

Drunk as skunks and acting the clown

They had looks of fear

When they saw his mutant lear

And his disfigurement ever so severe

His chicken curry skin glistened in the light 

As he reached for his shooter with his hand on the right

His aim was perfect and shot them all three

With but one bullet that buzzed like a bee

After that he took a drink

And sat down for little think

What kind of life is this for a mutant freak

With a chicken curry face and hooves for feet

So he joined the circus and he was a success

The moral of the story is to be your freakiest best

The End

See you next time
-Mulga