When I was at the Frappuccino preserve the other day, I noticed that we’re still beset by folks taking classic works of literature and adding vampires, zombies, or some similar manifestation of the horror zeitgeist. So without further ado, and because my student loans won’t pay themselves, I give you the medieval classic:
The Zomby’s Prologue and Tale
And wyth hem was a Zomby, eating braynes
Of pilgrims walking inn those Aprille raynes.
He reeked of the reeke of roten flesshe;
Ich tryde to stay away, Ich must confesse.
Heere beginneth the Zomby’s Tale:
Harrung arrah eyarg urrah buh-raynes
Murrogh eerar aryuh unh unh. Buh-raynes!
(Heere doth the Zomby devoure the Franklyn.)
Heere endeth the Zomby’s Tale.
Thanks. That’ll be $8.95.