Zombie Poem #4

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!! ^___^