A to Z Challenge: Z

Z is for zed.  Today is the last day of the challenge. Enjoy this Z to A poem, if you can. 

Guest Roles

Zombies are eating brains for dinner.

Yuck!

X marks the spot

Where I

Vomited.

Uh oh!

They see us,

Smell us, or hear us.

Run, Forest Whitaker, run!

Quickly but quietly, good thespian.

Parts on AMC shows

Only come occasionally,

Not like Lauren Cohan.

Meat is murder, Morrissey

Lamented.  But these slow-moving

Killers don’t seem to care about

Jurisprudence.  Let’s discuss our escape route,

Ignoring the lame script in favor of oddly

Humorous ad libs…  It’s just a prop gun, Forest.

Getting upset won’t help. While the zombies

Feast on your abdomen, I will hurry forth,

Eluding the undead for another episode.

Don’t cry, just because my agent is better

Connected than yours. One

Bullet between the eyes

And you can go on Dancing with the Stars.   


Here's Ms. Cohan, demonstrating the proper teeth brushing technique:

 

I leave you with this, dear reader: