Life Goes On

THE FINAL SCORE Returning home off my hols, with the two cats in tow It is off to the supermart for a tuna tin top up, we go The old town to me just doesn’t quite look, the same More gun shops have opened; as folks up their game In case; more Zombies, should come to visit us again As feigning off darn Zombies is just more than a pain The few folks left, as eyeing each other with suspicion Looking for any telltale signs is now their only mission All as on Zombie watch; some even get a commission To see if there is any oddly changes in folks condition As I top-up with tin tuna, I also, get a big pork shank It is for Zombie, Fred; who is smelling somewhat rank On passing, I dropped off the big Pork shank at Freds Who spent all his time hiding, inside that potting shed Nobody has the heart to turn him in he’s ok left to be But; to the job of feeding him it was always left to me Besides he grows some fine tomatoes that I must say He gave me a whole basket of "em, only the other day My time is spent now, looking for my smelly Gran’s will Who I had blatantly thrown out for the Zombies to kill Indiana Shaw . . . ; ) "In continuation to The Zombies are coming, O' dear Gran's not happy, The last day, and Gran's last message and there is scope for more" . . .