"Mizabelle Grundy" by Lorna Scott

Mizabelle Grundy lives in a lighthouse, A lighthouse in northerly Scotland She isn’t a Scot and dream’s dreams a lot, She comes from jolly, old England, Her mind is quite grim, she’s morbidly thin, Her basements are full of old bottles of gin, Miss Grundy’s sad tale takes place in a gale, When the sea was a raging and storming, This girl who forlorn awoke in this storm at 6 or 7 in the morning, And as this was early you’d think she’d be chirpy but in fact grew more and more grim. She dabbled in art and science and such, Until one day she had an idea, That all of this power to use for the light, She could even bring back the dead to life, So she made and fine structure of wires and wood, Put it on top of her lighthouse and tried if she could, To bring back somebody to do something nice, To immortalize a Grandma, a Brother, a Wife, She’d call it ‘Rent-a-Corpse’ and bring back the dead, But how could she know she’d get a monster instead, A horrible fiend, a treacherous imp, As she turned the turners and switched on the switch, The suspense is killing; making all of us flinch, Ohh no poor Mizzy get out of there quick, They’re not so nice now; not happy nor sick, So run run run outta there, get to the town, Tell them of the peril that’s soon to be found, Soon little Mizabelle Grundy who lives in the lighthouse, Was seen running and racing and tripping to town, And screaming and cursing with height of her voice, “Killer corpses are coming get to your guns; please oh please do this you haven’t a choice!” But to poor little Mizzy the villagers laughed, “Mizabelle Grundy it’s been a long time, you locked up in that lighthouse- you’ve gone mad such a crime, You were always so sweet in your little… Oh my” they all gasped, An army of zombies advancing them fast! They ran to their houses, their pistols and hounds, They beat and chased Zombies in such a big hurry, They mistook Mizabelle in place of a Zombie, It’s true it was hard to discern her from them, But surely they could have realized, And not hurt her then, So Mizabelle Grundy was chased out of town, All away from her lighthouse (presumed drowned). She still wanders and wanders and searches for home, Wandering, wandering always alone, Mizabelle Grundy lived in a lighthouse, Tampered with Zombies, trying to get home…