With whoops of delight they tried not to run
But the pull of the field and the feel of the sun
Meant they just couldn’t wait to start having fun
With each other.
As the balls were kicked skywards or into the trees
Nothing was better than lunchtimes like these
Until Susie came crying with blood on her knees
With her brother.
So a healing poultice is quickly applied
Whilst the brother and sister collectively sighed
They hoped upon hope the world would not collide
Nothing is moving at all.
Hands over mouths,
Eyes open wide,
Then out of the trees rolls a ball…
It started off slowly,
A shuffle, a stumble,
The children watched on as they saw
A dozen young zombies,
Some girls, some boys,
Emerge like a team through the haw.
Susie felt better and braver than most
As she cautiously kicked the ball to a ghost
“For that’s all zombies are!” she started to boast
“It’s clear,” Susie called, “That they want to play,”
“That is impossible! Football? No way!”
So he chose to leave and instead went to stay
With his mother.
The match gathered pace,
Where the zombies had none,
And so were easily beaten.
The children passed well,
But their greatest skill proved
Being able to avoid getting eaten .
History was made on the field that day as the zombies took on the school team.
The football discarded just two minutes in – zombies aren’t as robust as they seem…