There was was a zed named Fran,
Lactose intolerant, she didn’t like flan.
She wandered the forest,
Snacked on a florist,
And totally forgot to dump Stan.
Went fishin’ last week with bait.
The bobber did bob with some weight.
Pulled me up a zed,
Said his named was once Fred,
That sushi he shouldn’t-a ate.
…and that’s all I’ve got today. :). Pineapple salsa and chicken/line soup should not make me think of zombie poetry.
But it does.
…now where’s my coconut rum…
Stay smart. Stay safe. Stay non-zombie.