It's time once again,
my online friends,
for zombie poem fun!
And though a year's not gone by,
I feel the time's nigh
for more of these grisly puns.
So recall if you will
the horrible chill
of groans and a shuffling walk;
that lumbering gait
of silent weight
(we all know that zombies don't talk!)
They can't be sated,
their pursuit, abated
they’ll hunt you 'till they rot.
Heedless they follow
all flesh, to swallow
as soon as you're caught.
But do not despair!
Don't be caught unaware
and you may survive this yet!
Be sure you're well armed
and you might not be harmed
if these rules you don't forget:
By shotguns I'll swear
but ammo is rare,
so keep a sharp blade within reach.
If you don't like to Hunt,
find something blunt
and heavy, this I beseech.
Keep good provisions,
and find someplace risen
that you might retreat to in need.
Zombies can't climb,
not a few at a time,
and those can be picked off with speed.
If you get ringed in
just start swingin';
your plight is desperate at best.
You can out-run 'em,
provided you find some
secure place you can rest.
That's all for today,
though I've got more to say;
I think I've written enough.
But don't be scorning
this serious warning
unless you're made of stern stuff...
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(First zombie poem)