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 )
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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” )
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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.
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Entry for Debbie Guzzi's Contest "Aye, Aye, and A Mistress"
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