Oh, the horror! A zombie called Anaphora...

Writer's Island's prompt today is tribute.  The March Challenge is all about horror.  Poetry Tow Truck suggests we work a bit of anaphora into a poem.  I decided to combine all three elements into one poem, because a silly, lazy monster ate my brains.

Oh, the horror...

Image courtesy of Poisoned Rationality

Zombies Don’t Read – A Tribute to Horror Flicks

"Zombies don't read. They ain't hooked on phonics. So give it a rest." ~ Griffin, House of the Dead 2: All Guts, No Glory (2005)

Zombies don’t read, but vampires bite.

Zombies don’t read, but werewolves cause fright.

Zombies don’t read, but ghosts often haunt.

Zombies don’t read, but gremlins will taunt.

Zombies don’t read, but Phantoms are known

to sing opera, while Frankenstein’s prone

to make a new creature who then will proceed

to cause mass destruction, but zombies don’t read.

Zombies don’t read what Stephen King writes.

Zombies don’t read. They threaten your nights.

Zombies don’t read.  The horror remains,

‘cause zombies (like phonics) will just eat your brains.

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