X-Files
The night jitterbug’s its way into morn.
The car seat’s awash in burger rappers, torn.
A lipstick stained paper coffee cup sits
precariously on the dash, backlit.
The windshield takes a direct hit
from a large storm-tossed stick.
Dana Scully, beautiful Irish lass
of copper hair and blue eyes looks good
even in the green light of the car’s dash.
A dog howls. Dana glancing in the rearview mirror
she sees Zombies rising the sound track reeks terror.
“Mulder…Mulder,” she whispers into the cell phone!
“They’re here….” She upholsters her gun, as she hears his tone.
Laying the gun on the seat best her,
she backs the car over the nearest ghoul.
From behind a crypt another comes
with a mouth full of cat and fur.
A car speeds to a screeching halt beside her door.
Mulder arrives, a bit late, but what are friends for?
Dana, heroine extraordinaire leaps from the car,
she covers her partner. He doesn’t have to come far.
Without a hair out of place or a wrinkle in her shirt
she saves Fox’s bacon and leaves Zombies in the dirt!
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