Aye Aye and a Mistress

HIS WISH TO STOP ZEBRAS FISHING Zebras you, Xavier, want very urgently to sit real quiet, Pound over numberless marine liquid kilometers just in haste, Going for every dogfish casually basking around. (Reverse ABC ) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ACROSTIC How to stop them Is the problem So let's start to think . . . Where are these zebras going In such haste Searching for Hours and hours Till the sun dips Over the hill and Sunset arrives? They need fish Or else their hunger Pains will exceed those of any Zebra, crocodile Elephant, rhinoceros Buffalo or dog, Roaring with pains All through their Stomachs : so For God’s sake In the name of mealtimes Suffer the little zebras, However striped and horse-like, In their passion for dogfish. No doubt Xavier's - like the zebra’s - Gotta eat too. ( Acrostic reads “HIS WISH - TO STOP ZEBRAS FISHING” ) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ALL XAVIER’S ANIMALS HAVE THEIR ROLES Zebras zoom zestfully - zombies zipping, But - basking between big broad Dogfish doing dances, diving, dripping - Shy shellfish stop, sitting serenely still, so several survive, Casually caring, clearly cooperating, And always active and artfully alive. My male mallard merry makes - Quickly quacking, quietly quiescent - Loving long-lasting little liquid lakes. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Entry for Debbie Guzzi's Contest "Aye, Aye, and A Mistress"