Paul Revere's Ride
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Adapted because there needed to be zombies.
Ok, this my adaptation of the poem from my run yesterday. I had to memorize it in the 5th grade, and the first three stanzas are all I remembered, so they’re all I could do.
Listen my children and you shall hear
Of the midday run of Runner 5,
On the eighteenth December, in 2-0-1-5;
Hardly a human is now alive
Who remembers that routine day and year.
She said to her friend, "If the Zombies march By woods or road from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the Defense tower as a signal light,-- One if by woods, and two if by road; And I on the opposite path will be, Ready to run and spread the alarm Through every surviving village and farm, For the country folk to be up and escape."
Then he said "Good-night!" and with muffled step Silently walked to the township gate, Just as the moon rose over the trees, Where swinging wide at the undergrowth lay The Zombie Horde, humans no more; A phantom mob, with each limb and scar Across the moon like a prison bar, And a huge black hulk, that was magnified By its own reflection in the fog.
It doesn’t rhyme too well, and that’s one reason why I’m not a poet. And, yeah, the formatting is a little wonky from where I copy/pasted the original poem and changed it up because I thought it would be faster. It wasn’t. XD
Thought I’d share because it made me giggle.
