Gad Zooks,
the zedonk,
was mostly,
a happy little fellow.
but,
there did happen,
to be days,
when his,
incomplete
stripes,
got him down...
he was not horse,
not full zebra,
only part donkey.....
and that made him feel, shonky, wonky,
weird n'strange...
like an equine oddity.
not at all likin his bod-dity
when he felt like this,
he would run afar
and pray for god
to take,
his markings,
away.....
Granmama Zooks,
a zebra matriach
and of magnificent stripage,
found him this day
mumbling and crying away...
she then said to him,
in her best zebra neigh....
you are sad little zedonk,
to act this way....
you should think of yourself,
in a different mindset....
you have,
the best bits,
of zebra and donkey.
you just don't see it yet...
i've learnt in my time
you just have to work,
what your born with...
some times,
what you see,
as bad,
actually is,
a god given gift.
you, should be always
be proud of who you are
and what you will become...
people will travel,
for miles and miles,
to see your bars...
and will still be,
talking of you little gad..
as they leave, all smiles.
in their cars,
calling you,
either zedonk...or zonkey,
or zedonkedey too.
telling each other,
you are,
both cute and bizarre..
so my little,
hotchpotch friend,
be proud of you...
for in the end,
you will,
stand out from
the crowd
just chill, little zook
...and be zen.
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 3:09 AM UTC
Gad Zooks,
the zedonk,
was mostly,
a happy little fellow.
but,
there did happen,
to be days,
when his,
incomplete
stripes,
got him down...
he was not horse,
not full zebra,
only part donkey.....
and that made him feel, shonky, wonky,
weird n'strange...
like an equine oddity.
not at all likin his bod-dity
when he felt like this,
he would run afar
and pray for god
to take,
his markings,
away.....
Granmama Zooks,
a zebra matriach
and of magnificent stripage,
found him this day
mumbling and crying away...
she then said to him,
in her best zebra neigh....
you are sad little zedonk,
to act this way....
you should think of yourself,
in a different mindset....
you have,
the best bits,
of zebra and donkey.
you just don't see it yet...
i've learnt in my time
you just have to work,
what your born with...
some times,
what you see,
as bad,
actually is,
a god given gift.
you, should be always
be proud of who you are
and what you will become...
people will travel,
for miles and miles,
to see your bars...
and will still be,
talking of you little gad..
as they leave, all smiles.
in their cars,
calling you,
either zedonk...or zonkey,
or zedonkedey too.
telling each other,
you are,
both cute and bizarre..
so my little,
hotchpotch friend,
be proud of you...
for in the end,
you will,
stand out from
the crowd
just chill, little zook
...and be zen.
a story for my son....
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