Little Penny Weatherbee

Tagged in: Zombie Poems

Little Penney Wetherbee,
of crescendoing pedigree,
born to be
unfettered and free
ever sensing she would never be
anything less
than the estimable queen
of heavenly things,
partaker of any pleasantries destiny brings,
Dead at 3,
neck bent by festering zombie team.

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