Wednesday, April 1, 2015

April Fool's and Nursery Rhymes

Today in honour of National Poetry Month and April Fool's, I'm posting an excerpt from my book Reflections of Poetry, a macabre bit of verse I call...

Zombies in the Nursery

Little Miss Muffet
sat on her tuffet,
eating some tasty brain.

She happily munched,
her rotten teeth crunched
on matter that used to be Jane.

You may scream, Ewww,
oh how could you skew
such a highly loved rhyme?

Well, you should beware
there’s trouble in air
and there’s no longer time.

For poor Miss Muffet,
perched on her tuffet
has joined with the zombie rank

When she’s done with her eating
she’ll be lurching and greeting
the humans with a stare so blank.

So, run while you can,
flee the bleak end of man,
as we’re hunted and eaten in pain.
Time for the Undead Nursery Reign.

From Reflections of Poetry
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