I walked home one eve: It was a cold Night,
That Movie I saw had filled me with fright.
The Dead rose from the grave, no one knows how,
But all that mattered was they were there now!
Eight humans were trapped inside a small shack,
While outside the zombies were ready to snack.
The dead has rose with an inhuman taste,
For warm human brains, the rest they would waste.
The dead finally won; They smashed through the walls.
The humans were dinner; I was appalled.
The clock tower struck one; it gave me a start!
Back to reality; I clutched at my heart.
The small shock gave way to one that was worse,
My Brit Lit Paper! “I forgot!” I cursed.
“It’s due in the morning! God, I’m so dumb!”
Should’ve been working; instead I had fun.
Tomorrow she’ll ask me, “Where is your work?”
I won’t have anything! I’ll look like a jerk!
Then as I pondered, I thought of a plan!
If I could bullshit it, I’d be the man!
But How to get home? I’m so far away!
I’ll take a short cut through the cemetary!
It’s cold. It’s dark. And there’s no one around...
What if the dead start to rise from the ground?
I think my mind is playing tricks with me.
I should not have seen that zombie movie
I think that something is following me...
I turn ’round and look... but there is nothing.
I laugh at my fear, t’was just in my head.
Nothing can hurt me! All that’s here is dead.
I continue my walk, all remains still.
The campus of Morris lies O’er that hill.
Then comes a sound that makes me wet my Hanes!
An inhuman voice moaning the word, “Brains.”
I turn with fright and see my worst fear!
The dead have risen! The Zombies are here!
I’m frozen in place! My will starts to drain.
Te zombies move closer, droning out, “Brains.”
I turn and run. The blood runs through my veins,
As the zombies chase me, hungry for brains.
The clouds above darken. It starts to rain.
The Zombies pursue! They can’t have my brains!
There is no light now. My vision, it strains.
I can’t see the zombies who want my brains.
My chest is pounding. My side’s wracked with pain.
I stop for a rest, but then I hear, “Brains.”
“If only I had done homework!” I feign.
“I’d be safe at home, not chased for my brains!”
I turn back and look; They’ve started to gain!
The dead sure are fast, when they want your brain!
Next time I rent films: NO ZOMBIES! NO BRAINS!
Maybe a romance; perhaps with Claire Danes.
Instead of movies, think more towards “Survive.”
I can’t watch movies, unless I’m ALIVE!
I crumple to the ground. My Strength: it wains!
The zombies surround me, sniffing my brains!
As they reach for me, a thought fills my head,
“No need for homework, I’m already dead!”
One of them bites me; the grass my blood stains.
Hope I can’t feel it, when they eat my brains.
They set upon me. it ceases to rain.
The dead are sated. They’ve eaten my brain.
The night ends, the dead return to the ground.
My last thought, “I hope my body is found.”
The Sun is shining. Kids go out and play.
I’m not in Brit. Lit, what will they say?
Yet somehow my friend, you’ve gotten this poem.
I’m now a zombie. The earth I must roam.
And if you, Professor, deem my poem bad,
Realize I have not the brain I once had.