Word just in that the University of Florida's emergency preparedness web site includes procedures for surviving a zombie attack (read it here). This calls for poetry:
If his eyeballs are staring, some bloodstains he's wearing,
And he looks like he's one hurting hombre,
Call the health center, please, and report this disease,
For your roommate just might be a zombie.
Now it's your turn: verse in any form providing procedures for surviving unusual plagues or pestilences.
3 comments:
Seek cover quickly
if hellfire and damnation
rains on your nation
OK.
I don't know if this actually qualifies, but the idea of "pestilences" triggered a certain rage in me to combust in the following. I'm not even sure it's poetry. Here goes:
Gluttonous caterpillars, drink this!
May a toxic bacchanal be the squirmy-wormy death of you
And the cure for my Swiss-cheesed calibrachoa.
Excellent advice, Joy! And those squirmy-wormies had better look out when the toxic bacchanal strikes.
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