Zombies

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Zombies do, supposedly, exist in countries that practice voodoo. Whether there is any truth in that or not, who knows? The zombie portrayed in movies has always struck me as amusing, it could be the bad make-up, or the shambling movement of these creatures. Whichever, I found this next tale coming together rather tongue-in-cheek!

The Burial

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I woke up with no memory

of where I was or why,

I only knew that it was dark

in this place that I lie,

The air was kind of stuffy too

and had the oddest smell,

Like some kind of a chemical

as far as I could tell!

I started then to feel around;

I was inside a box,

The knowledge hit me like a blow

and I recoiled in shock!

Inside a coffin I did lie

and yet I was not dead,

Thats when I heard the voices close

somewhere above my head!

I banged and kicked, I scratched and cursed,

and everything went still,

"Did you hear that?" said someone near,

It was my Uncle Bill!

I banged again and heard a gasp

then voices gathered around,

"There's something live inside that box,

It can't go in the ground!"

And with relief I heard one say

"Lets open it and see,"

With muscles coiled I laid in wait;

I wanted to be free!

And when the lid was finally off

and landing with a clang,

I didn't waste a seconds time

as in the air I sprang!

My Auntie Jean let out a scream

and fainted in a heap,

While mass hysteria hit the rest;

they fled like herds of sheep!

Then I was standing eye to eye

next to my dear old Dad,

"This is the final straw," he said,

"You disappoint me, lad!"

As I reeled back in wild surprise,

he had to say his piece,

"Even when you're dead and gone

I still can't get release!

Your whole life was a failure,

causing grief and shame,

You'll never know how hard it's been

to keep my honest name!

And then when we all think you're dead

and I am finally free,

You come back as a zombie boy

to heap more shame on me!"

I heard his words all buzzing around

like flies inside my head,

He'd said I was a zombie, but

that means I must be dead!

I raised my hands up to my face

to see what I would see,

The blue and dryish crusty skin

just didn't look like me!

Meanwhile, my Dad had shambled off,

still muttering under his breath

"A good for nothing zombie lout!

Well, what did I expect?"

And me, I was left standing there

unsure of what to do,

Surrounded by the floral wreaths

with skin that had turned blue!

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