Poetry
Friday the 13th Zombie Animal Farm
Christmas Edition
T’was Thursday the 12th before Christmas, The whole house was calm, The cats were in the cradle, All animals asleep in the barn.
It was nighttime, dark and cold, Black clouds in the sky, Air thick with snowflakes, As time slowly ticked by.
The people, they were tired, The build-up always grim, Frenetic activity and preparing, ‘fore Christmas day begins.
The clock hand struck midnight, And that’s when it started, Friday the 13th before Christmas The veil ‘tween worlds parted.
The winds whipped around Twigs and sticks, dirt and dust, Animals noisily awoke, Barn door opened by a gust.
What came out of the barn Was a grotesque sight, Zombie animals, flesh raw, Walking into the night.
Cows with torn skin, Drooling orange-red pus, Horses neighing in the wind, Broken legs in a truss,
Chickens malformed and hunched, Even rats with no hair, Popped out mangy eyeballs, Enough to frighten and scare.
Safe and sound in their beds, The people kept sleeping, As this zombie apocalypse, Came noisily creeping.
Oh, the howling and growling! The whining and wailing, They came, moving forward, Broken limbs all a’ flailing!
The wind stopped dead, The snowflakes ceased, A trail of animal zombies, A giant zombie beast!
They smashed through the door, The people woke, screaming. Drooling, shrieking animals Some nightmarish dreaming.
A crazy groaning animal stampede, Blood, guts and gore flying, Awake now and terrified people, People hysterical and crying!
The chickens were pecking, The horses ate animal flesh, Rats scratching, cats wailing, People screaming afresh.
One brave little kid Decided to try To hide somewhere safe, Trying hard not to cry!
She crept past the mayhem, Of screaming animal disaster Zombie rats and scary cats, Heart beating ever faster.
She avoided the horse Chomping on her mum’s arm, Past the cannibal cow, Doing bodily harm.
She reached the Yule tree, In the very front room, Twinkling lights and baubles, Leaving behind her the tomb.
She hid under its branches Like the perfect living gift As the animal zombies, Through her family, they ripped.
She was puzzled and sad But only a little, Her family were annoying, Quite jealous and brittle.
So watching this animal zombie attack, Was actually not all that bad, She’d be glad to miss Christmas, Quite jolly! Not sad!
The zombie animal rampage Slowly calmed down. She sat under her tree, Carefully looked around.
Her brother’s top half, All bloody and messy, Lay near the front door, Now, where was Jessey?
Her once-wayward sister Hadn’t fared well Legs poking out of the fireplace With a terrible smell.
She surveyed the kitchen, Her dad’s favorite spot, There his head bobbed about, In a big cooking pot.
Zombie animals wandered about, Cats, horses, cows and the dog. She simply shuffled past them Silently and fantastically agog!
How was it possible? How could it be? That they didn’t attack her, They just let her be?
It was then she looked down At her Christmas attire, Her pajamas, you see, A full Christmas choir!
She had Santa with reindeer, A wreath, tinsel, and stocking, A tree with some baubles, Turtle-doves a’flocking.
Perhaps it was Christmas That saved her from this? An animal zombie Apocalypse?
She couldn’t believe it! It was surely not correct? The dreaded Yule season Saved her from being wrecked.
With wonder, she stared At the mayhem and mess Her whole family gone. Oh well! Now to get dressed!
She walked up the stairs, Past zombie horses and cats, A half-eaten cousin Being munched on by rats.
Right across the landing She saw her uncle and aunt being feasted on, hungrily, By a carnivorous plant.
She walked to her room Got on her non-Christmas best, Walked out of the house, Frankly, feeling quite blessed!
No more silly fights No more squabbling rows, Finally some quiet time And all thanks to some cows!
And a zombie dog, cat, and chicken, The zombie horses too! Perhaps even a hamster A whole zombie crew!
She looked back at the house, Took a last fleeting glance, Friday the 13th! Now she had her chance!
To go out into the world, All fresh and brand new, Start her life again, With a whole new crew!
Years later she pondered On that fateful night, When the zombie animals came, All mayhem and fright.
How it changed her life, So much for the best Some less bickering family No annoying pests.
She still quite likes This time of the year, Although she doesn’t own pets, On that, she is clear!
Happy Friday the 13th! Thanks for reading!
Lisa is a writer and poet. She enjoys the festive season and would be pretty scared if there was a zombie apocalypse. If you’d like to keep in touch, click here! Or read some more…