It was the night before Xmas and all was quiet throughout the house 
include Dad who was asleep drunk on Jack Daniels Honey on his chair.

He never saw the zombies enter the house, wearing Christmas hats
but when he blearily opened his eyes, he mistook them for Santa’s elves.  
“What have you got for me this year then,” he muttered…

The zombies stopped in their tracks, looked nervously at each other, 
they weren't aware of this human gift buying etiquette.... 
they had to think on their feet, the head zombie looked at his 
mates, panicked and said...… "Oggeledy, boogledy, bobbledy boo".  

"I beg your pardon," Dad stuttered hurriedly searching for his spec, 
"Do you mean is that a PS5 you got me?

No mate, said the Zombie - we said check that rash in your pants.
 

(Latest poem from my writing workshop with Andy N, Amanda, Reggie, Antonia, Mike and Sarah having a laugh as always where we took it in turns writing a line each)