(I wrote this poem for a Creative Writing assignment in October 2008, in which I had to choose a “pop icon” to write a poem about.)

With his shotgun loaded, and arctic camo to blend in with the snow.å
When Palin invited him on the hunting trip, McCain was ready to go,
The polar bears would stand no chance, for he had fought in ‘Nam.
And he had Sarah on his side, and her entire fam.

McCain became impatient, for there were no polar bears in sight.
He was about to give up hope, when Bristol cried out in fright.
“Zombies!” she exclaimed, as she ran the other way.
“They are after my unborn baby!” she screamed in dismay.

“None to fear,” McCain announced, “I know what to do!
I fought Zombies in ‘Nam, and beheaded them too!”
Everyone took their part in fighting their undead foes,
Except for baby Trig, who was more interested in his toes.

Palin took a hockey stick and poked the Zombie’s head,
McCain shouted angrily at her “that’s no way to kill the undead!”
He took the hockey stick from her and swung at it’s neck,
The head rolled away. “I think it’s dead. Someone go check.”