Sonnets from the Zombie Apocalypse

For the record, Godawful Sonnets would be a kickass name for, well, a record.

1
Apocalyptic zombie days have come
The living dead are always hard to beat
Don't hide downstairs 'cause that would just be dumb
They're walking very slowly up your street
The zombies want your brain so come across
You prob'ly never think much anyway
I think they want to use it for lacrosse
Or maybe they'd prefer cerveau flambe
You only have to shoot them in the head
To send the weasels back to sleep in dirt
It makes no sense since they're already dead
But what's the diff'rence? Who's it really hurt?
The zombies make a comeback now and then
And we just have to kick their butts again

2
The living dead are back again to play
"Hey look! There's Dennis Miller!" "He's not dead!"
Whatever could they want? Now who can say?
They sure do seem to want to grab my head.
The only thing they ever say is "Brain!"
Which rules out Dennis Miller, that's for sure
I think this started out with toxic rain
I wonder if we'll ever find a cure
They move so slow and halting, why not run?
The dead should be an easy bunch to race
It ought to be an awful lot of fun
And if you lose, well, how hard's that to face?
My darling, I'm not after your behind
I'm only here so I can EAT YOUR MIND!

3
The zombies bring apocalypse at last
The angel Gabe is readying his tune
If you're not scared you have to be a loon
Get out of town you idiots and fast!
We need to figure how to fight them soon
Before we're done I think things might get rough
The living dead will want to give some guff
Except for Gabriel they're nobody's boon.
Hey wait! These deadly dead guys aren't so tough
They're slow, they're dumb and all they want is "Brain!"
They ought to be as hard to kill as fluff
Put down that trumpet Gabe, don't be insane.
The living dead don't have to mean the end
By night or dawn against them we can fend