Confession of an Illiterate Clairvoyant Zombie

I looked in the mirror

But the mirror looked back

Old bloody wrinkles

Eyes that were black

Warts on the nose

Teeth oozing slime

It was an image of Edvard

But frozen in time

I was first to the party

Surprised even Georg

But he didn’t notice

As he continued to gorge

Spewing his own special drool

For the sauce

On the grilled moose meat o-rings

Down his gullet he’d toss

As additional Zombies began to arrive

He dug out the hyena roasted whole while alive

He sniffed at the carcass and chewed on some hair

While the zombies stripped naked to EdV’s evil dare

They circled around grinding the dance of the bone

All the while Edvard staring limp from his throne

The maggots continued to drop from his ears

He tried to remember just how many years

It had been since he frolicked with a zombie or two

So he tried an advance but his breath wouldn’t do

The o-rings had cost him his urgent reward

So he stumbled to his dungeon to retrieve a fine sword

He swung the blade fiercely at the pair he had nagged

Who rolled over laughing as its rubber blade sagged

For the rest of the evening the orgy roared on

Except for the host whose orgy was now gone

As the sunrise announced the debauchery was through

The zombies got dressed and then they withdrew**

His party successful their smiles he did glean

We’re all looking forward to next Halloween

**Editor’s note, not necessarily in that order.

Copyright 2009 Patrick A. Granfors