M.A.D. Challenge 1 - "The Brady Lunch"

Ah, me wee little worms of wiggly wickedness - don't ye just loive t' smell of October in t'air?!

T'mere thought of Halloween fills me bony hollows with such warmth n' joy as t'bring a hint of tear to this maggoty old cheek, it does.

An' here I have t'tell ye,

with so much pride me liver be fixin' t'burst -

t'hat penning t'following undead tribute to them wonderful

Brady kids and t'beloved TV show be just t'first of many such challenges t'come.

Me hat and head is off t'Zombie Girrrl for t'hinking up such grisly good fun in t'first place!!!

And don't be forgetting to visit that rotting rapscallion t'read her contribution t'this First Edition of the M.A.D. Challenge - where we crumbling comrades spin our own vile versions of much treasured

books, movies, TV, songs and what'ever else should happen t'bite

us in t'brain!



The Brady LUNCH



Here's the story,
Of a corpse named Sadie,
Who was bringing up three decomposing ghouls
All of them had rot & mold,
Like their mother,
The youngest one ate squirrels.


Here's the story,
Of mor-ti-cian Brady,
Who was busy with three stiffs of his own.
They all smelled bad, but only one was sad,
'Cos he was still alone.


Til the one day when old Sadie bit this fellow,
and his bones made a sat-is-fy-ing crunch.
She stirred his brains in soup,
and called the whole dang group,
and that's the way Zombies ate their Brady Lunch.


The Brady Lunch - the Brady Lunch!
That's the way the Zombies ate their Brady Lunch!!