In case you were in any doubt of what to do in a Zombie apocalypse .
You may have a lover (or two, or three), close friends, some relations you do not abhor, but…
“…But I know deep in my heart
That there may come a day
If zombies come, I’ll kick your shins
So you can’t run away”
This is what you are planning in order to avoid becoming zombie-meat, and you had better bet that everyone else is planning it too.
Little did she know that I was then imagining tripping her, and dashing on ahead of a horde of undead.
I admire how this poem charmingly, with effortless rhymes, pokes fun at a stark reality of nature.
“…The secret to survival
Is not to be most Fleet of foot
Just quicker than your rival…”
There is an uncomfortable truth out on the table – we are more than capable of sacrificing one another – and yet Joe has couched it in such unlikely circumstances (zombies!) that his work is truly funny. It reads like a friendly warning.
Whether you are in need of a laugh (as I was when I read it), or are already sitting on a barrel of fun, I think that this poem can’t fail to please.