I adore my dear friend Eric,
I well and truly do.
I adore my dear friend Eric,
But he's a zombie through and through.

You may think I'm lying,
But all of this is true.
Eric is a zombie,
And he's my friend to.

He's not a normal zombie,
He's a vegetarian.
He says its just a personal choice,
He hates the sound of screaming.

He's a sentimental sort,
This friend of mine called Eric.
He carries round some man's head,
I think he calls it Derick.

Eric doesn't say much,
With me he doesn't have to.
He mostly talks in grunts and growls,
Though he can be quite articulate.

Eric is a great friend,
A delightful little chap.
He only stands about five foot,
I think he's got a bad back.

So Eric and I've been friends,
For such a long time now.
So I decided to write this poem,
To express just how I feel.

Goodnight my dear friend Eric,
I hope you feel the same.
So cheers to you my undead friend,
A poem to your glory.

And thus in short,
My dear friend Eric.
This poem tells a story,
Of you; and your pet head.