When the Zombies Roam the Earth
When the past collides with the bright future,
Anything can happen, that is true, for sure.
Zombies run around, wanting for no cure.
Finding brains tasty, undeath they’ll endure.
Running and screaming, people turn azure,
Because the zombies infect them impure.
Into the sunshine, people they do lure.
Sunlight means safety, themselves they assure.
Zombies aren’t vampires, so light not secure.
Alas the people, pity them, fools poor.
Travel now safely, smiles ought not allure,
For where there’re zombies, not marked in brochure.
Im scared of Zombies and vampires!