The Groobergergot King hailed from the Planet Zee.
He was an expert at mushrooms, humor and technology.
We saw the sky that was full of screens with revolving pix.
He has a sense of fantasy and fun said our cousin Stix.
Willburger Zee never felt like he fit in with his family.
How much unalike as them could he possibly be?
His accent was different, his language was a new way.
None of them understood him at the end of a day.
It’s not like he felt disrespected, just misunderstood.
How could these people relate? He wished that they would.
When he aged out at thirteen, he understood at last.
For memories of his planet came back hard and fast.
He had been sent in a space ship pod, all by himself.
From a planet in the next galaxy named McZigger McElf.
He discovered his space ship pod, and found his way back.
What do you think? Asked his daddy. Do we need to attack?
Earthlings can be awful, Willburger Zee readily admitted.
But before you get the armies coated and outfitted,
Know that there are a few who are kind and loving and nice.
So, the king spared our planet on his sage son’s advice.
They are gaining on us! Yelled a honeybee
Baby chicken hawk Dee smirked at his ride, Zee.
We will soon be drinking tea with Queen Vee.
You mean we are winning? Asked turtle Zee.
Of course we are! Dee said. Look at that bee.
One honey bee was shaking his fist at Turtle Zee.
Pink clouds ahead, and lighting, watch out! Yelled Dee.
The honeycomb went down first, along with a honey bee.
The other bee flew over and asked to join Dee and Zee.
Why not? They said. Surely Queen Vee will have extra tea.
A tiny bit of honeycomb landed with them in Normandy.
And they all ended up sipping Earl Gray with Queen Vee.
Ah! How I wish?
With a great thought
In my heart, moving me emotionally
How I wish I'm living in a world of fantasy
Where things are nor considered reality
Where things are just lives of a fairytale
How I wish I'm living a world of romance
Where my deepest thoughts are shared with my lover
Where I can cling to my lover and hold unto thy bosom
Without being questioned
Or physically hurt
Or gossiped about
How I wish I can wave round the atmosphere in search
Of a sensation beyond bound
That's so climatic
With a limit no bound
Free to flee over the sky
Beyond wonder ever known
For I wish
And I wish
I lived in a world of less regard
Less regard for who is looking at you
Less regard for who is gossiping about you
It will just be in a world with me and my lover
Zee and Dee could not get along for two seconds in class.
The teacher was hanging off a cliff by her worn down teeth.
I said I would try to figure it out.
Zee was super angry with Dee.
He could not stop yelling about it.
Dee and Zee came into my room together.
Dee casually mentioned they are brothers.
Zee is angry because ten months ago, his mother sent him away.
And she kept Dee.
I have a feeling this is not something a school counselor can solve.
I asked permission to tell their teacher they are brothers.
They were adamantly opposed to this.
No idea why
But I am keeping my mouth shut,
so, I can learn more
incase there is a next time.
Life alas is a journey,
No straight, a line uncanny,
Nor straight, say from A to B,
But circuitous and Zany!
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Reflections | 08.11.18 |Epigram
Z, so zealously misunderstood,
Zeus gives her zest, as only Zeus could.
Zigzagging and zipping in response
To Zoology’s play,
We have to use Z more often,
or she will zigzag away.
Z barely takes up six pages of most dictionaries.
She is zany, and zealous, and amazingly daring.
She adds so much to pizzazz, and wizard, and whiz.
She is more than she will ever be, and less than she is.
Z brings us Zimbabwe, Zaire and Zander too.
Without her where would zing, zest, and zap truly be?
You can have the M’s, the N’s, and the piggish P’s.
Just leave me one letter.
Her name is Zee.
We drove the brand-new Tappan Zee;
It’s modern and it’s sleek.
Only one direction’s finished;
It’s been open for a week.
The other side will join the club
Real soon and when it does,
The river will look very different
From the way it was.
The older bridge looked much as
An erector set appears,
Like the one my brothers played with
In their early childhood years.
It will slowly be dismantled
When the new one is complete,
As the past fades to oblivion,
A sorrowful retreat.
For the future’s out there waiting
And most things won’t be the same,
Like the bridge once called the Tappan Zee,
Which boasts a brand-new name.
But to tried and true New Yorkers,
Any name they tried to pick
(Former Governor M. Cuomo)
Simply put, will just not stick.
So let’s celebrate the opening
Of a bridge I guarantee
That, no matter what the signage,
Will remain the Tappan Zee.
Cloven hoofed I am striding across sanctuaries lands
Not what was expected in their sanctimonious plans
Have I ever existed or am I a figment of their imagination
Or am I simply more perfect which angers their frustration
Me, I'm cloven hoofed and one thrown against their black
Is it I whom lacks belief or am I an excuse for their lack
But it's always me that's ostracised, or do I actually exist
Do you really know who I am to continually persist
Good or bad, black or white, like left and right we're twinned
Hey, let's open our eyes and smell the air, who has really sinned