A Walk in Deep Green Wood

Which way do I go?

Two roads there were in deep green wood

I knew not which to choose

So I scratched my groggy head

And took a shot of booze

 

Left or right, I didn’t know

But wanted to be fair

And so that whiskey bottle

I tossed into the air

 

It landed pointing somewhat left

And gave so-so direction

To the path that was the best

Or close enough, I reckon

 

Stumbling down that grassy way

I fired up my ol’ bong

But when I saw the zombie horde

I knew I'd chosen wrong

 

Hey, you zombies, go away

And do not eat my brain

I meant to take the other path

Not dead meat lover's lane

 

A gruesome dinner, I became

And soon the lights went off

I swear the one who ate the most

Looked like Robert Frost

Author's Note

I don't know what's wrong with me. Too much Monty Python, I guess.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Well Sam you brought both Monty Python and Robert Frost to the fore with this write. I am a fan of both. So faced with that division in the road and not being sure which direction to take, a swig of the hard stuff helps? I enjoyed this zombie write and it's gruesomeness :)

Chris

[Samuel Dickens]

Thank you, Chris. Sure... hard stuff always helps us make good decisions. (I'm lying)

[Miss Coral]

You can never have too much Monty Python. Ever.

Wonderful rhyme scheme and steady cadence; the humor is quite wonderful as well. Great little twist, great little piece. :)

[Amy Bumpas]

This is quite funny....the man drinking and smoking him one,
he probably was halluncinating LOL!!!