Midwest Chick said
To speak of many things
Like why Chicago’s full of thugs
And whether pigs have wings
And if the dogs will get along
and sniff each others things

“Oh, Zombies, come and walk with us”
Then Brigid did command
“The range is warm and quiet now
the berms filled with fresh sand”
The zombies blithely ran behind
“It sounds so very grand!”

And Mr B brought up the rear
A rangebox by each side
“The stands for Zombies are right here
You have no need to hide”
and then he pinned them one by one
To frames that they could ride.

And so they played and shot and sang
and bowling pins were tossed
The piles of brass swam round their feet
and many zombies lost
“It’s time to go” Mr B said”let’s all get in the car”
But the zombies all were full of holes, they wouldn’t travel far.

So back they travelled to the nest
They wanted just to sit
A little drink, a little rest,
They didnt’ give a shit.
Then Og showed up with girls in tow
And threw a wrench in it.

he said “Lets hit the winery
and sample us some booze.
We’ll yap and smoke and shoot some shit
and then go home and snooze.
And I can look at mowers rescued
from primordial ooze”

And so the group they wandered off
to drink and talk and laugh
there was a lot of talk of Bart,
suggestions of a bath
And if currency smelled of underwear
(Though that might be a gaffe)

There might not be a single thing
I’d have wished to do more
Unless it involved three legged cows
a midget and a whore
Nobody seemed to even think
each other were a bore.

Thanks for a great sunday, folks!