There’s a Zombie dance next Saturday eve
For Walkers and Biters; Lurkers and more.
Even the Rotters are welcome to heave
Their flurry of limbs ‘round the parquet floor.
Varsity Drag for Draggers and Crawlers,
Mambo for Mombies who boogie with flair,
Square-dancing figures from corpsish callers,
Daywalking Gingers for each Fred Astaire.
But the zombiance will turn deadly cold
If curious Quislings come wand‘ring in.
Savory meat in the midst of mere mold:
A tenderized tongue and a chewy chin.
Planning to go out next Saturday night?
Better a wallflow’r than a sapid bite.