by Nick Gisburne
To the zoo came a curious fox
Who arrived after tea, in a box
“Though my cousins are red
I’m impeccably bred
And as black as a coal miner’s socks”
Mourned a sad and lugubrious spider
“How I wish that the plug hole was wider
For it seems that the path
From this slippery bath
Isn’t obvious to an insider”
All the medical minds were desirous
Of a cure for the hideous virus
But the politics came
And diverted the blame
From the leaders who failed to inspire us
When the chieftain abandoned the hunt
The objections which followed were blunt
“We have nothing to eat!”
“We will starve without meat!”
And the loudest of all: “What a conundrum!”
In the garden of wonderful flowers
I would spend many magical hours
But the peace became strained
When the neighbours complained
“Get back over the fence – this is ours!”
In the summer the vampires of old
Serve their victims on ice it is told
Though the blood is quite pink
It’s refreshing to drink
And it tingles the teeth with the cold
The enchantment required for a curse
Was mistaken and missing a verse
Through the darkest of arts
Came a pain to his parts
On the bright side, it could have been worse
A devotion to darkness and death
Is a menace more monstrous than meth
Sorrow sickens the soul
Harms the heart with a hole
And no bloodshed will banish bad breath
All the Easter egg makers were stressed
For their foil-covered treats they were pressed
They worked into the night
And production was tight
But the chickens were trying their best
On the night of unspeakable sins
Where the dead come alive in their skins
Though the zombies gave chase
Bringing fear to my face
I remembered to empty the bins
