An Ode to Zombies
Oh! and alas! How misunderstood are these
Fair creatures of the night! ‘Twixt life and death
Hovering, roaming, gathering as roiling seas!
They are perfect--though, yes, with stinky breath.
How ignoble in reason, how finite in faculties!
He is the paragon of aplomb, he
Never tires, stops at nothing to seize
You! He is lovely, he is a zombie.
So next time lumbering zombies you spy
Don’t scream, run away, or hide.
If you join ‘em, you won’t quite die
So choose wisely and be on the winning side!