Darling,
In the event of a zombie apocalypse,
I’m gonna marry you.
And I know that romantic testimonial
Isn’t quite the matrimonial proposition
You were expecting,
But I’m projecting a lovely future for us.
You see,
When the dead break free,
I’ll come save you.
I’ll be your knight in shining Kevlar,
Your cranium-crushing crusader,
And safe in our barricaded bungalow,
We’ll match moans for groans
With the shambling horde outside.
We’ll make love ’til death do we part,
Or at least til we start
To run out of supplies,
And if we get in a pinch,
I’ve got a surprise,
See I’ll paralyze them with poetry,
Cause if there’s anything a zombie understands,
It’s desire.
Meanwhile,
You lay down suppressive fire
And we’ll take out as many as we can.
And if in the end
We are overrun,
I’ll let them take me
So you can get away.
They can have my brain,
It’s my heart that beats for you.
This poem and more can be found at my website: http://gabrielgadfly.com
Awww!
Please don't take offense but I thought you were a laaaady because it was so sweet.
Great bit of poetry there, like it a lot.
No offense taken. :) I'm glad you liked it.
You can be when you want things.
Yup, I ain't been married twice and not learnt anything.
Beside, the notnice is outweighed by the nice, usually.
I like the poem a lot, Gabriel. Lovely dark humour, and a great ending. Going check out that website.
Thanks, deboree. I'm glad you liked it. :) There's actually an audio recording of me giving a reading of this one on the website.
