Some Guy Named Bill - I Shuffl'D lonely as a cloud

The third in my series of taking classic literature and injecting some much needed Zombie entertainment into it.

I Shuffl'D lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, full of brains for meals;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Screaming and running through the streets.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the Milky Way,

They stretch'd in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in fearful dance.

Chain link heaved against the groan; but they

were trapped and could never get free:

A zombie could not but be happy,

In such gray matter company:

I gazed -- and gazed -- at the horror wrought

When zombies conquered and all humans were caught:

For oft, when in my shamble I sigh

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my stomach with hunger does fill,

As I take a bite out of some guy named Bill .