Well, after having no creative thought what-so-ever for the past four or five days, I wrote a poem.
About zombies.
With a very uncanny appetite, the creatures moan and groan,
Wanting to devour squishy brains.
They roam.
Their stomachs churn and yearn
For that which they have yet to earn.
Slowly, they more towards their prey,
Trying to eat that brain that's gray.
Their rotting skin falls in flakes
With flesh their crazy hunger slakes.
No comments:
Post a Comment