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"zuider" poems
Zinging the zen-zone I was in A zany request zig-zagged my way. Princess Zinnia from the Zuider-Zee Required a zippy line or two To paint the zeitgeist of our times. With the strength of a Zamboni- With the power of a Zeus- And an uncommon zeal I set out To zap the doubt that slowed me. With the flair of a Florenz Ziegfeld And his zoftig choir of beauties, I morphed into a zealot Gamboling in the zephyrs That wafted in from Zurich and Zaire, Not to mention Zanzibar. I felt like a Zacharias When my zealous work went bust. The writing turned into a zonk- The accolades were zilch. I felt like I’d been zippered up Like a zebra in a zoo. I lost my zest for going on And slopped around in old Zoris, Listening to zydeco’s beat And feeling like a zit. But then the Zodiac- My zinging-singing sign Came to my rescue And I was marching off to Zion. I was one wowie-zowie-zucchini As I zipped across the pages And zoomed from one idea To an even zippier one. So here, Sunprincess, is your verse I’ve used up every letter zee And gone from very bad to worse But of this challenge, I am free.                          ljm
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Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 12:58 AM UTC
A 'Z' POEM FOR SUN PRINCESS
Pull me in, then let me go. It's no big deal, she wont know. You have no strings Your arms are free To love me by the Zuider Zee If you would woo and pull me in. I'd bust my strings for you. But no strings on this boy, just girls, keep playing pretend. You'll keep raking them in, like its just money to spend. You're no one now, ain't got no ties. Just alone in the world, with your greed and lies. He's got no strings So he'll have fun He's not tied up to anyone They've got strings But you can see There are no strings on him. You play them like they're your toys. You'll **** with them, but they don't make no noise. You do nothing but use them, and make them sad. Then pull up with a "oops my bad." This is where it stops, not going to pretend. This is where I leave, where the game ends. I've got no strings To hold me down To make me fret, or make me frown I had strings But now I'm free There are no strings on me...
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Apr 13, 2010
Apr 13, 2010 at 3:25 PM UTC
No Strings