In the glow of the full moons light.
An undead evil roams at night.
Swarms of people with no life.
Their only death, an emerald knife.
If they catch you just beware.
They'll be looking through your hair.
Because your skull is neatly filled.
With a brain so fresh and chilled.
This undead army wish to eat.
Your brain to them is a gourmet treat.
These wandering folk will all attack.
If confronted just run!! And don't, look, BACK!!
Haha! Zombies rock, and that's a good poem.
Speaking of off-beat musicals, may I recommend a movie? Cannibal The Musical --- is a great fucking movie.
Nicely done, doll. It's a unique poem, I have to say that I've never read one similar to this. So, congrats :)