My good friend Corinne O’Flynn penned this “review” of Zombie Candy back in June 2012, when it first came out. I loved it so much I asked Corinne if I could reprint it here on the occasion of my Orangeberry Book Tour (see info at right). I hope you enjoy the poem as much as I did.
Ode to Zombie Candy
by Corinne O’Flynn
Hubby’s home from his business trip
Then into his man cave for a zombie flick
You’ve tried to join him, but it doesn’t ring true
The zombies hold no allure for you
You unpack his bag, your chore since forever
But this time you’re totally shocked to discover
The feel of the fabric is foreign, that’s clear
As you pull out one tiny, black, lacy, brassiere
You don’t need a mirror to know it’s true
This little black number can’t belong to you
What now, you ask? Is it all over, then?
Enter your friend, dear Annie Ogden
We met Annie back in DOING MAX VINYL
After duty tours, her third was her final
She’s returned home with her very own set
of personal baggage that brings a cold sweat
Together they hatch and scheme and they plan
They can’t let him off the hook, this man
Let’s teach him a lesson, some shock and awe
To combat one black inappropriate bra
What happens next? You’re invited to read
A fun, dark, book, you’ll devour with speed
You’ll learn about so many things as you go
Like: never ever ask for some cilantro
Please visit Corinne on her blog. She’d love to meet you!
A resident of Switzerland, Fred has worked as a teacher, language school manager and school owner. He has three boys and two cats and recently had to learn how to operate both washing machine and dryer. He makes frequent trips back to his native Chicago.
When not writing or doing the washing, Fred can be found walking along the banks of the Rhine River, sitting in a local cafe, or visiting all the local pubs in search of his lost umbrella.