My
Teacher Was a Zombie…
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Poem of the Living Dead
By Rusty Fischer,
Author of Zombies Don’t Cry
My
Teacher Was a Zombie…
I think my teacher
Is the best;
It’s been six weeks
Without a test.
I haven’t cracked
A single book;
Since she came back
With that faraway look…
***
Inside her eyes
That once were blue;
But now look sad
And stare past you.
And so her skin’s
A little gray;
But maybe it will
Be okay.
***
She seems quite happy
To sit there;
So what if maggots
Fill her hair?
Okay, she only
Has one thumb;
But that does not
Make Teacher dumb.
***
She speaks out
Every once awhile;
And when she does
It makes me smile.
So what if “Brains”
Is her only word?
Talkative teachers
Are quite absurd.
***
I much prefer
The quite game;
Who cares if Teacher
Forgot my name?
The other students
Cringe with fear;
To me, she’s
“Teacher of the Year!”
***
Copyright © 2012 by Rusty Fischer
All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. All of the names, characters, places and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or, if real, are used fictitiously.
Cover credit: © Jovica Antoski – Fotolia.com
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