Zombies

I live with a family of zombie's,
You can tell by their walking around.
Saying good morning comes from them,
Like a guttural sound.
When called for meals,
They just shuffle down.
Towards the table,
Drooling from the mouth.
Their always bumping into things,
It doesn't seem to right.
After all it is the daylight hours,
Not the middle of the night.




Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-10-30 at 13:15

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