Zombies

©2010 Dave Clegg

All alone one evening

In my easy chair

I hear suspicious noises

So I shout, “Who’s there?”

I put down my paper,

Turn off my TV,

Only to discover 

There’s a zombie after me.

I whack him with a nicknack 

From the nicknack shelf,

I make a hasty exit

Trying to save myself.

But there’s zombies in the kitchen,

There’s zombies down the hall,

There’s zombies on the front porch

Tearin’ down the wall.

I grab my Louisville Slugger,

Three feet of maple wood.

I do my best to beat ‘em back

But it does no good.

They just keep on comin’

No matter what I do,

And deep inside, I realize

I’ve created quite a few... 

Zombies!
Stumbling through my head.
Buried,
But they won't stay dead.

I slip out through the back door,

I jump into my car.

They’re hiding in the back seat

So I don’t get very far.

I grab my daughter’s Huffy,

Both the tires are flat.

The keys are in the pickup,

But they’re all over that.

I see a motor scooter

In my neighbors drive

The gas tank is empty!

Will I make it out alive?

I commandeer a skateboard,

I’m flying down the hill,

They’re poppin’ out all over

Like living corpses will.

I make it to the QuikTrip,

I run into the store,

There’s a zombie buying coffee 

So I head back out the door.

They’re crawling out of sewers,

They’re dropping from the trees

It seems no matter where I go

There’s no escaping these...

Zombies!
Stumbling through my head.
Buried,
But they won't stay dead.