Thursday, 10 March 2016

Poetry for Fussy Zombies

Zombies don’t like cheese on toast
Or ham and eggs or Sunday roast
They don’t eat cornflakes or cottage pie
Or even Bacon which they refuse to try
Or ice cream, spaghetti or nettle soup
Or the fresh creole seafood of Guadeloupe
The don’t eat Spam
They don’t eat Cake
And will run away from a Lentil Bake
And a Zombie never eats its Greens
And has never been able to open a tin of Beans
And porridge they say is rather yuck
And Parma Violets they do will not suck
And Haggis they find just a bit odd
And they really don’t like a nice battered Cod
They don’t like Pasta
They don’t like beef
And will look horrified
If you show them a cabbage leaf
Zombies are Fussy
And really are quite a pain
And say they only like
Fresh Organic Brain
Served al dente
Which I think
Is quite insane

With some steamed shallots
A hint of garlic

And a large portion of French Fries (sorry I mean French Fried) . . . . HAH AHha hahaha ha ha ha ha ha hah ah ah ah ha ha ha ha ha ha hah a hah ahah a ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha 


  1. There's no way I could be a zombie then!
    Just finished my 2nd bowl of Spam pasta and have bought some black pudding for tomorrow (which is a bit like haggis) So I think I'm safe.

    1. I think you are very safe indeed . . . . . . . it has been ages since I had a bit of black pudding.

  2. That could explain why Zombies are so thin...that and the fact that they're just decomposing flesh.

    1. There are times Miss Lily when I too appear to be just decomposing flesh, but I have stopped looking in the mirror now and that helps.