When The Next Covid Hits

There’s a zombie in the basement

And a dozen in the alley

And the news says they are spreading

Through the mountain and the valley,

Just a moaning and a eating

Brains and animals galore.

From sea to shining sea’s awash

With tears and sweat and gore.

And here I am in slippers

Eating chili and having a snooze

Because I had the foresight

To then off the evening news.

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