The Walking Dead

You do know that feeling,

That very rarely felt feeling.

It bursts through your chest,

Rubs you in the face,

That we-all-know feeling.

It is that terrible feeling,

That ohhh so terrible feeling.

He calls your name,

You have to stand,

That grandpa knows feeling.

Imagine you are dead,

Where your insides have no fillings.

Your feelings have gone,

Then your fillings are gone,

That zombie knows the feeling.

One day some magic tumbles down on you,

Raising you from the dead.

Pulling you limb by limb,

Out of the sun-baked soil,

Fido knows that feeling.

You walk the Earth again,

What a magnificent and wonderful feeling.

You raise a mangled hand,

To bid adieu,

Off you go exploring.

Walking down the alley,

To Freddies off you go.

Once there,

You try to stop,

Yet you keep on walking.

How can the dead keep walking?

How can they even walk?

Thinks little Terry,

Said to his mummy,

Are we going to be like that too?

Are we going to be like that too?

Erratic Behaviour