OK, maybe it's more likely that we need to hide from the zombies. Cat would be very helpful in the bunker. He would make sure it is kept clear of all small rodents and larger bugs.
I think I'm off topic here....
The problem is that I've been zombie fodder for awhile now. Bits and pieces of my brain seem to have disappeared. I've already forgotten what this post is supposed to be about.
Oh yeah. A novel about zombies.
No, ReformingGeek, no. A POEM!
Oh. Right. Here goes:
O howz I love thee, letz me countz zee vays.
No, ReformingGeek, no. Quirky already did that one.
OK. Consider yourself warned. Here's my final answer:
Roses are red, violets are blue (great start, huh?)
The undead of the night are wanting for you.
Creatures known as zombies with bodies craving
Without a spirit to guide them, they are certainly misbehaving.
Count your fingers, count your toes.
Oh Dearz, have they taken your nose?
Where's little Johnny and his pet sheep Dan
Oopz! It looks like Johnny's in the frying pan.
ENOUGH, REFORMINGGEEK, ENOUGH!
OK. OK. Sorry, and no, I wasn't drinking.
Contest details can be found here. I hope you enjoyed your weekend poetry reading.