Zombie Car Lot

Last year we went shopping on Halloween To find a new car for my lovely queen Sadly when we arrived onto the lot A ghastly salesman appeared on the spot He thrust his hand in too close to my face I shouted out, “Run before he gives chase.” In the showroom we felt safe and secure Until I was grabbed by the manager Her face was pale and her eyes were all red My wife thought she was of the walking dead Her nails dug in my skin with a chilling grip Yet, as she mumbled we gave her the slip We ran over to a nice shiny car But were waylaid by a man with a scar He groaned and gave us a sales zombie stare So I quickly uttered the good Lord’s Prayer I pushed my wife in the car; then it locked Plus I read the window and got sticker shock I banged on the glass, “Hey honey let me in. There are more salesmen approaching the din.” She was helpless in there without a key I had to act fast; it was up to me. I yelled, “We’ll take it,” to one of the curs Then was hauled in to the loan officer They wrenched every fact from my weary life I had to placate to rescue my wife I then heard a hushed scream out on the floor They must have gotten to her through the door I signed the papers, though at a high price Then dashed between two guys as cold as ice. I shoved salesmen aside and joined my hon But slammed the door on a big warty thumb The sales zombie shrieked and quickly pursued Though with his hand wedged, he was tough to elude We then sent that sales zombie right on his a$$ Just before our car smashed through the plate glass When my wife asked how much was on the loan I went into shock and drove lifelessly home. For Halloween Poem contest David Fisher on 10/30