Freddy’s Rises from the Dead

Tenders fall across the land

The drunken hour is close at hand

Caniacs crawl in search of food

To satisfy the nighttime mood

And whosoever shall be found

Within the chicken kitchen now

Must stand and face the crowds of hell

And rot inside a Freddy’s shell

The vermin squeal in sheer delight

Within the friers– so warm, so right

For though the Cane’s is hard to beat

Still you stand with frozen treat

Through the ice, you try to scream

But no more Cane’s you’ll ever see

For custard reaches from the crypt

To crush you in its icy grip

The foulest stench is in the air

The health code of 40,000 years

And wage workers from every womb

Are clocking in to cook your food

And though you fight to sate your drive

Your stomach starts to grumble

For no mere mortal can be ready

For the evil of… the Freddy’s

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The Doily Allergen