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