My Ghoul

Gravedigger’s daughter, a lovely ghoul,
Newly rooted from cemetery pool
Teenage zombie, beauty queen,
Sells her daddy for pickled spleen

Hopelessly devoted to rank beau,
Align love-bites in a row.
Never lose heart to a ghoul
She’ll eat it fetid a golden rule

Graveyard dining all the rage,
Cadavers taste best via little age.
Cleaning her teeth with femur bone,
Eagerly awaits passé tombstone.

Marinated with formaldehyde
Preserving drippings lush inside
Gravedigger’s gourmet cherub
Just a warning, don’t sample grub.

Munchin’ ladyfingers, opposable thumbs
Browses plots for ripe little plums
Post on graves a neon plaque,
"I’m not meant for a midnight snack!"