The
table was set
The
candles aglow;
When
at the front door
Three
zombies did show.
“Who
could that be knocking?”
Poor
Mother did pout.
“Probably
Mindy’s boyfriend,”
My
Father did shout.
“I’ll
see who it is,”
I
said to them all.
As
I skittered and shimmied
To
see who did call.
The
door it did open
My
heart it did shudder;
My
legs felt just like
A
bowl of whipped butter.
“Brains!”
said one zombie
“Your Brains!” said another;
“It’s
turkey or nothing,”
Blared
my big, nosy mother.
I
held my breath tight
As
they studied my skull;
Then
each rolled an eye
To
find it… quite dull.
I
felt almost rejected
As
they brushed me aside;
And
toward our Thanksgiving table
Each
zombie did stride.
The
zombies they shuffled
Straight
up to the bird;
They
left quite a smell
Like
a three-week old turd!
They
reached out their hands
To
tear off a leg;
Mom
said, “Sit down you three;
And
don’t make me beg!”
I
figured they’d tear her
One
limb from another;
But
those zombies seemed –
Quite
scared of… my mother!
In
no time they listened
In
no time they sat;
And
wore napkins in their collars
In
two seconds flat!
My
family sat watching
The
zombies devour;
A
20-pound turkey
In
less than an hour.
They
gnawed on the wishbone
And
guzzled down gravy;
Their
behavior was almost
Well…
downright… behave-y!
Mom
smiled and cheered
As
they refilled each plate;
It
didn’t seem to bother her
That
none of us ate.
And
when there was nothing
To
swallow or chew;
The
zombies looked happy
Or
at least, far less… eeeewwwww!
My
family sat frozen
Quite
glued to our seats;
Until
Zombie One burped
And
sputtered, “Good eats!”
They
rose without speaking
As
we covered our brains;
They
turned and shuffled out
Leaving
only grease stains.
I
stood at the door
To
see where they’d gone;
And
watched three stuffed zombies
Shuffle
down our front lawn.
“It
sure looks to me,”
I
said with a tweet.
“Like
they’re going away;
Like
they’re crossing the street!”
“Now
that they’re gone,”
Mom
said with a grin.
“Our
real Thanksgiving dinner
Can
finally begin!”
Dad
helped clear the table
Sis
set it again;
As
I asked Mom about
Her
backup turkey plan.
“Why
everyone knows,”
She
grinned from ear to ear;
“To
cook a second Thanksgiving dinner
When
zombies are near!”
Here is a zombie poem I found that has to do with Thanksgiving, Happy Thanksgiving guys!! ^___^
