Very Bad Archive
Because I felt like it
Rock Eeelee
The day is new, the sun shines bright
The zombies blink in the morning light
Cups of coffee, suits and ties
Head out the door under bright blue skies
The off to work on the morning trains
The perfect day for tasty brains
The clubs, the teeth, the blood, the screams
These are the stuff of zombie dreams
Such juicy brains; they taste like chicken
Now have another, or three, or ten
Then meals on legs become zombie friend
As they join the ranks of the great undead.
Such great numbers- a productive day!
Now the zombies can laugh and play
Does this not sound fun! So carefree and nice?
Should you tire of life, the don't think twice
Head on down to zombie paradise.
Rock Eeelee has published since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Rock's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Rock's latest works: