Wednesday, March 31, 2010

An Ode to the Zombie Apocalypse

The Walking Dead, they creep at night.
The Walking Dead, they like to bite.
They shamble on thier two dead feet.
Always searching for human meat.

I escape in the day and hide at night.
For I fear the most, thier awful bite.
And if I ever join the dead,
Please shoot me the head.

One of my friends is doing a school project where she had to write poetry about survival. I suggested a zombie survival poem. This is what I came up with in about two minutes, so it's pretty awful, and yet entertaining. That is all.

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