Karen S. Elliott
Pretty zombie, you think you’re stylish?
Blood a drippin’ down your shirt.
With your herky-jerky, lumbering lurch.
Ain’t ‘gon get us, we’re on alert.
Pretty zombie, just next door,
Banging down the neighbor’s entry.
Tearing through their chain-link fencing.
Your inhuman strength is really frightening!
Pretty zombie, you’re so scary.
Are those brains, gray and mushy,
Spilled upon your dirty feet?
Don’t look now, your toes are squishing.
What awful teeth, you’re a baring.
Gaping mouth, you’re getting anxious.
Baseball bats don’t knock you down.
We’ll have to raid the gun collection.
See my boy, he’s packing heat.
He’ll use his gun to make you dead.
To his shoulder, butt stock goes.
Oh pretty zombie, where’s your head?