Zombie Poetry Thursday

There is a squishy zed named Fran.
Once toned, her abs now flan.
To the gym, no more,
Full of worms and gore,
She ate her trainer named Stan.

When the dead rise, don’t run.
Dig in, take aim, and relax, Hon.
Prepared you are, prepared you’re not
Have a hatchet handy, or you’ll rot,
And then I’ll come harvest your gun.

Happy Thursday!
Stay smart, stay safe, stay non-zombie.

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