Me like brains for to eat
Me want run with my feet
Me friends they run for brains
But me old school and no can explain
Why me walk slow and lope along
With speedy friends, me don't belong
Took all strength to dig out of grave
What more do when brains I crave
Other zombies pump they knees
Fast to victims and heads they squeeze
They fast, they sprint and jog
Scare people bad when coming out fog
Me try pick up pace
To eat under peoples face
But living stroll right by
Me can't even nibble thigh
Worst is people mock
Laugh and time me with stop clock
Say "catch me if you may"
Then them slowly walk away
(photo from danhollisterduck, flickr.com)
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1 comment:
Um, does this zombie have a Jamaican accent?
Me am zombie, scary type
eat the brains with cold Red Stripe
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