‘Tis the season to be zombified, either by The Walking Dead or after a hit-and-run by a soccer mom on a mission of hate after losing a game to a misfit band of ten-year-olds, so let’s chow down on a bucket of thumbs and celebrate with a little zombie poetry. Oh yes, I went there.
Asunder
Though our hearts are pulled asunder
Through our fights and many blunders
This is what you ought to know
Before you burn my stuff and go
You want to know what’s in my head?
I left it for you under the bed.
Zombie sing-along
Just a little zombie verse
They come around when you’ve been cursed
They pop up when the end is near
And hope they catch you by the ear
As they nibble, they’ll be hummin’
On your intestines, they’ll be strummin’
And sing about the one that fled
But luckily they kept his head
Slightly moldy
Two hearts beat as though as one
Dried and putrid but more fun
No one could ever argue with
As zombies share lovers kiss
Slightly moldy, missing toes
The love between them always grows
Chin up, zombie singletons!
There is no law that the brokenhearted
Must be withered, and thus departed
For those who loved and then had lost
May find again at any cost
A heart so true, they’re quick to heal
And gain themselves a tasty meal
Love’s Sweet Pickle
It’s the little things that mean so much
Like toes and fingers, eyes and such
But search within for love’s sweet call
As zombies stagger, trip and fall
They don’t give up, though heads are fickle
A zombie’s heart is love’s sweet pickle.
Eyebrows fried are quite a dish
Eyebrows fried are quite a dish
They make the other zombies wish
That they had someone to admire
While they stay away from fire
The daring of a zombie male
Competes as other zombies pale
In feats of stumbling to and fro
In love matters this they know
That hearts are fragile as they feel
They are the finest zombie meal
Just a little bit closer
Stiffness comes not from the bones
Nor from our thoughts when we’re alone
It comes when we are separated
From our loved ones, we are gated
To stand apart and watch them live
And ask their beating hearts to give
One glance our way, one stolen kiss
One tiny finger they won’t miss
We cannot reach them, no not yet
But one day soon, those brains we’ll get.