An Ode to the Zombies of My Youth
by James Landrith
I do not like zombies with guns.
I do not when fast they runs.
I would not like zombies that fly.
I do not like when they zoom on by.
I would not like zombies that talk.
I do not like when they jaywalk.
I wish zombies would follow the rules.
I wish they would stop using devious tools.
I miss all my old zombie friends.
I wonder if we can make amends.
(My apologies to Dr. Seuss, I couldn't help myself.)