a little late for Hallowe’en, I know
not too self-promoting I hope
I thought Ron Harris and other zombie-fans might like these 
“Garden Party”
© 2006 by Kevin R. Fortin
in a cribbage game
you should move your peg
I have little interest
would you please remove your leg?
there’s an alien breeze
something coming through the hedges
looks like we have company
zombies at a garden party
you invite your friends
I’ll invite my paramours
we could move the furniture
nail shut the doors
there’s an alien storm
fog is pouring through the hedges
knocking over canapés
zombies at a garden party
“Zombie Crescent”
© 2006 Kevin R. Fortin
well this is it
my dear ole dude
the dead are back
in search of food
I’m not too sure that we will make it through
if I croak first I’ll try not to eat you
it’s hard to hear them
when it rains
they don’t say much
they just want brains
such graceless characters I never did meet
they slur their speech and shuffle their feet
you keep your head
I’ll raise a toast
you bring the dead
I’ll make a roast
I heard a gourmet say the cortex is best
I’m sure the gluttons make a feast of the rest
I wouldn’t walk
the dog right now
well there you go
you stupid cow
you came back in with a rose in your teeth
your aunt Marie, and pieces of Keith
so much for that
my dear ole dude
it seems you’re back
and rather rude
how I admired your humor and wit
I feel required to hack you to bits
poor old git
