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2013-05-28 14:15:30 (UTC)

Eli's Poem (Beautiful)

THE BITE BEFORE CHRISTMAS (A Zombie's Yuletide Poem)
by Caleb Bentley

It was the night before Christmas, and all through the city
The creatures were lurking, taking no pity
As the victims ran, waving their arms in the air
Hoping the military soon would be there.
The children were barricaded, all snug in there rooms,
Completely oblivious to impending doom.
Mom had the pistol, ready to bust a cap
As we all settled in for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a noise
That I lost all hope for holiday joys.
Away to the window I went with grenade,
Ready to frag the undead escapade.
The glimmer of moonlight on fresh fallen snow
Gave the light of mid-day to the scene set below.
When, what to my wandering eyes did appear,
But an armored red sleigh with eight fearsome reindeer!
The driver stepped out, so lively and quick
That I knew at a glance that it must be St. Nick.
He leapt out on the rooftop across the street
An ammo belt at his waist, combat boots on his feet.
“You can have Halloween!” he said with a grumble,
“but if you try to take Christmas, be ready to rumble!”
Then he smiled curtly, with a twinkle in his eye.
“Merry Christmas to all! Now you’re all gonna die!”
As quick as a flash his gloved hands they did fly
To the guns at his waist as he let out a cry
And then opened fire on the zombies below
With rosy red cheeks and a loud “Ho!Ho!Ho!”
Then, quick as eagles, his reindeer had came
When he reloaded his guns and called them by name
But they were not the names I knew as a boy
That I’d heard called out with great Christmas joy.
“Now, Slasher! Now, Killer! Now Mauler and Fighter!
On Vicious, On Bruiser, On Brawler and Biter!”
The reindeer took off and battled the horde
Each sharp-toothed beast snapped and roared.
And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each blood-stained hoof.
As I ran from the window to retrieve my weapon
Out of my hearth Old St. Nick did come steppin’.
He was dressed in red Kevlar from head to toe
Like a war-torn, battle-hardened Yule-tide Rambo.
I thought it was a bag of toys on his back
But it was a bag full of weapons, shiny and black.
He spoke not a word but went straight to unpacking
A home defense unit, nothing was lacking.
A grenade set for Jill, a Lugar for Brad
A pipe bomb for mom and a bazooka for dad
And putting his finger beside his red nose
He gave a small nod and up the chimney he rose
He ran to the sleigh, armored and red,
Stopping just once to shoot the undead.
The sleigh rose from the roof and soared through the air
As Santa took off, I know not to where
But I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight:
“Merry Christmas to humans! Keep up the fight!”




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