For cough

For cough

Did you see the zombie herd

Acting blatantly absurd

Queuing up for half the night 

To buy up everything in sight

Rushing through the sliding doors

Of the supermarket stores

Like locusts on a farmer’s field

They swarmed over the crop yield 

Congregated like sardines

Fought over tins of beans

Hoarded cold/flu remedies

Trampled over OAPs

Coughed and sneezed along the aisles

Carried food away in piles

Screamed at workers on the till

Drove home shameless with their fill

They went way beyond the pale

Now there’s no loo roll for sale

No frozen chips no tins of stew

Yes we have no bananas too

There’s no pasta not a jot

No cereal they bought the lot

No chicken duck beef pork lamb

Milk butter eggs cheese or ham

No vegan or veggie fare

The bakery’s been stripped bare

There’s no nutrition left in here

Just spirits wine cider and beer

Having emptied all the shelves

In view of no one but themselves

The zombie herd content well-fed

Considers not the nurse half-dead

Who despairing of mankind

With another shift in mind

Enters now the store deadbeat

And finds there nothing left to eat