Royal Wedding Special
Turf tore open, tombstones shattered,
And spilt a thousand years’ remains:
A horde of zombies dank and tattered
Came shambling out in search of brains.
The undead hordes had happy hunting:
The handheld flags, the miles of bunting,
Red-white-and-blue, turned mainly red;
The toll was half a million dead.
Of course, it didn’t stop the wedding.
To faze the Queen takes more than that:
Although a zombie ate her hat
And tried to smash Prince Philip’s head in,
The royal calm was not decreased.
(Until Diana showed, at least.)