Zombies

• Steven Woodgate, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2019

I am a zombie and I eat brains.
But when I eat, I get heaps of stains.
I wonder why there's heaps of undead,
Oh wait I now I know, they never go to bed.

Eating human meat to their delight.
Don't go too close or you're in for quite a fright.
The only two things I know are to walk and eat,
But I must say that we are not well mannered when we eat.

Watch out because if you shoot a bullet in my zombie wife,
She runs around like a pig about to lose its life.
Zombies stink but so does the worn out wall,
Zombies are as stinky as a rotten egg but they are tall.
Also, if you're us you're pretty much dead,
We like to keep our little ones fed.
Signed the Meat Lovers.