A lot of modern poetry is too hard to understand,
it has become too complicated for the uninitiated or casual reader.
These poems are by an ordinary bloke, for ordinary folk. © Chris Daws
Thursday, 16 August 2012
Zombie 'Pocalypse
Dear Sir, I take my pen and ink in hand
to write a note to you of targets missed.
Of cunning schedules made and routes you planned,
that I discovered left me off the list.
I stayed at home all Friday afternoon.
I waited in my room 'til half past six.
But no deliv'ry came to me and soon
the fear of death will my poor heart transfix.
For sunny days do leave me un-alarmed,
but come the night, fear has me in it's grips.
As you have left me standing quite unarmed
against a vampire zombie 'pocalypse.
I sign this letter sadly, as implied,
with "Yours Sincerely, clearly zombified."