A birthday poem
Just a little zombie
song
Though they’re really hard to train
They like to sing falsetto
While munching on your brain
Your eyes pop out their nostrils
And ears come out their cheeks
And all the while your birthday cake
Will fester there for weeks
But fear not, my Undead friend
For they will move along
There’s always someone down the road
To hear their birthday song.
Though they’re really hard to train
They like to sing falsetto
While munching on your brain
Your eyes pop out their nostrils
And ears come out their cheeks
And all the while your birthday cake
Will fester there for weeks
But fear not, my Undead friend
For they will move along
There’s always someone down the road
To hear their birthday song.
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
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
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
Stiffies
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.
Finesse
Winter takes finesse Victims slide away too fast
Dodging zombie hordes
Snowflakes
Snowflakes melt on tongues
but not the ones in pockets
zombies saves for snacks
Horace
There once was a zombie named Horace
Who thought he would join the new chorus
His heart all a flutter
He came down with a stutter
And now there's no chorus for Horace
The toes, they burn
Holiday parties
zombies sniff the cheese tray and
eat the mistletoe
Survivor zombie haiku
Shotgun at my side
I face the horde alone, though
brightside - no more Snooki
Nothing on TV
just reruns of Fact of Life
Tootie first to go
Knock, knock on my door
Candygram game gets old now but
they keep coming back
Wintertime is FUN time for the Undead
Hills full of children
laughing as they glide down slopes
zombies make great sleds
Dashing through the snow
zombies turn over sleighs to find
yummy treats inside
