School for Wierdos (please review)

Are you weird?
Have you ever wanted to be?
Well, I know I am
So come to school with me.
I go to a school called Clown of the Lake
And that chimney you’re seeing is really a snake.
Come inside, timid one, there is nothing to fear
Except for those zombies over there with a sneer.
They’re really quite friendly, once with them you play
But people don’t look past their ghastly decay
They are all the right people in all the right way
And they dance by the moon with me night and day
In their rottingly charmingly zombieish way
And I know this, oh normal one, I’ll teach you this soon-
Playing with zombies is fun.

Come inside, in our world of so called fright
Mistaken, it’s a world of nightmarish delight
Where cricket-men sing in the dark hallowed halls
Take my hand if you will, there’s a lot to befall
When you walk claw-in-claw with the ways of the weird
And you sing and you dance with the animate beard
All of your normal, stiff ways will have cleared
Replaced by an essence of dark dreary life.
Come into the different locker bay
Where the misfits and monsters keep their stuff stored away
In my locker there’s a black locust host
And in Macie here’s locker, a gargantuan ghost
In another is a game show host
Whose head grows down by his feet.

Meet Markl, my friend, and a fright to behold
But only we know he has a heart made of gold
You’d never suspect it unless you’ve been told
For he is a boy made of slime.
Here at Clown of the Lake, throw your troubles away
And stalk by night and howl by day
And don’t be afraid to step out of the fray
To dance with the creatures of deep.

Our teachers teach math, science, P.E., by day
To be used in the creepiest possible way
But by night the studies kick in, shall we say
We learn all the secrets of dark.
Over here is the lunch room where we eat all our meals
While lunch lady werewolves have charming appeals
And when we are done we return to our dorms
To chatter and exist like the weird ones we’ve formed
And are happy to be here at Clown of the Lake
Where our uttermost nightmares come true.


After school is over and the parties burn out
After we laugh and we scream and we howl and we shout
After all of our existence is an uttermost doubt
And after, of course, all the lights are turned out
We return to the world to say hi to the normals
Who don’t really know what they’re missing.

So my friend, I hope you’ve discovered us, though
That the wierdos in life are the best ones to know
And now you’re my friend I’ll take off my costume and show
That I am a zombie, too.