Dream a little dream of you
Dream a little dream of you
I’ve dreamed of us twice which is all very nice,
but I wonder if I’ve missed the point.
See there were some undead, commensurate dread,
and a leader I didn’t annoint.We left two behind, the weak and the kind,
I’m not sure I cared, I confess.
The bloke who took charge, guns ever so large,
had stolen you under duress.It’s hard to report on the one I purport
was the boss of all that was left,
as when I awoke with a moan and a croak,
I think I felt somewhat bereft.
Whenever I have a nightmare, it invariably involves zombies. They’re never really the antagonists, though.
Categorised as: Attempts at poetry, Embarrassing