Curb Your Doggerel #2

In honor of telynor's doggerel day, another children's poem along the lines of Uncle Fred.

See them shambling down the street,
Moving slowly, not so neat.
I'm now quite sure that they're insane.
They say they want to eat my brain.
Zombies used to come from voodoo,
A fine old choice of mystic hoodoo.
Then the movies took them over.
Oh, my dear! They've gotten Rover!

Curb Your Doggerel #2

In honor of telynor's doggerel day, another children's poem along the lines of Uncle Fred.

See them shambling down the street,
Moving slowly, not so neat.
I'm now quite sure that they're insane.
They say they want to eat my brain.
Zombies used to come from voodoo,
A fine old choice of mystic hoodoo.
Then the movies took them over.
Oh, my dear! They've gotten Rover!