Like A Trumpet Out Of Tune, Summer Starts In The Month Of June

Summer starts in the month of June,

Not aligned with the full moon,

Somehow that seems quite out of tune,

Like when Jen plays trumpet, after lunch at noon,

It's just hard to breath, after filling your belly so soon.

ZOMBIES COMING

When I saw the zombies coming,

Then, my heart began drumming,

There were so many I quit summing,

And, all I heard was corpses humming,

I knew it was a zombie day,

Most days are in the month of May,

I led the zombies into a pool of clay,

They got stuck so, that's where they'll stay,

I wouldn't be surprised come June,

If the zombies died out by the first full moon,

The full moon in June can't come too soon,

Then, I'll write a zombie poem and zombie tune.