Zombie JFK

With mention on a previous blogpost ('Jesus - It's Been A While, Jesus') I'm sure what you've all been dying to know about is the history of Zombie JFK, right? Well wonder no longer, as I have the history of how he came into being coming up in this very blogpost!!!

Right, since I can't think of much more of interest to say, here is the poem. Enjoy.

The Rise of Zombie JFK

Waking up one morning
The Zombie JFK
Rubs his face whilst yawning.
Another Zombie day.

He’s been a zombie for some time,
Mayhap I’ll tell the tale,
If you sit comfortably and find
Compassion to inhale.

One morning four-score years ago,
Perhaps four-score and three,
JFK, in the earth below,
Was dead as you or me (will be :( )

When from below a zombie worm
Dug up into his grave
And did a groovy zombie squirm
In Presidential brain.

And just like that; a zombie born,
No pomp, no fuss, no lighting,
No pulsing or heart-stopping score.
Nothing the slightest frightening.

See, now JFK’s a zombie,
He holds not in his head,
Any presidential memory,
Of time ‘fore he was dead.

So he’s a zombie accountant,
With a penchant for brains,
And if you there do doubt it;
Well, just don’t - OK?



I hope you'll have noticed I've left it open for a 'series' of poems, about the Zombie JFK and his struggle to be accepted in the zombie community. A series that will be continued anon.
Feel free to post any suggestions about what the Zombie JFK could get up to in his next 'adventure' in the comments section!

Bye.