Those following last Tuesday’s #kidlitchat on Twitter might understand the inspiration for this poem. Basically, in a conversation about what websites and communities we use the subject of keywords the netted huge results were “psychic” and “zombies” (though my post on substituting characters for swear words brings in a steady dozen hits every day). So it was thrown out there that we should all do a psychic zombie post to drive traffic.
Naturally, I had to make it even more of a challenge to myself.
A pending trip to New Orleans is on my mind these days, and with it thoughts of the psychic and zombie occupants that haunt the shadows of the only American city that feels most like Europe. Mash it all together, add rhymes, voila.
Psychic Zombie
Please sit down, have no fear,
Zombie know why you come here.
Fame? Fortune? Romance bad?
Me see future very clear!Mediums, they all wrong,
Tell you that you heart not strong.
Hold chin up, don’t be sad,
Zombie see you living long!Finance woes make you cry?
Money now fall from sky!
You think Zombie make bad call.
Tell me, why would Zombie lie?See you think “Maybe fame?”
Can be very tricky game.
Look inside crystal ball…
Everyone soon know you name!Give me palm, let me see,
Lines there show you destiny.
This for love, long one here.
Match from heaven I foresee!Hate you job, want to quit?
Zombie say “You go for it!”
Yell at boss, have no fear,
You get job that’s better fit!Candle help, incense, too.
I can light these both for you.
Only cost little more,
Protect you with this juju.Session done. See? No pain!
Zombie say come back again!
Pay in front by the door,
Please deposit your own brain.
Based on a true story, just don’t ask which parts.
Zombie say: “It Poetry Friday. No need psychic to know good thing! Check out over at Scrub-a-Dub-Tub! Mmm. Remind Zombie of poem Mama Zombie sing…
Rub-a-dub-dub
Three Zombie in tub
Dinner tonight is stew!
Zombie make jokes!
