I love the English language. Yeah, it pisses me off sometimes, or maybe it’s just the way people abuse it, unaware that “there” “their” and “they’re” don’t mean the same thing and aren’t interchangeable. But I digress. I love the way we can play with English. Word games, riddles, rhymes, and puns. (My story “The Human Jean Gnome Project” is basically one long pun. You can find it in my e-book, “Gnomes and Aliens” on Kindle.) Really, is there a language sillier than English?
In that vein, and because I’ve had little time to ponder this week’s blog posting while I work on curing my chronic zombiefying migraines, I composed a couple of zombie rhymes for you:
As you cower in fear
of the undead far and near
Holed up in the local mall
armed with just a bowling ball
While tvs play old game shows
would it shock you all to know
that the gruesome zombie
only wishes to shop at Abercrombie.
Should the zombies catch you in Europe
surrounded by blubbering tourists
Just remember this old refrain
the brains in Spain lay mainly in the drain.