And found a Zebra brewing a pot of tea
While checking out the news on the television
Would you like to have a cuppa too says he.
He offers it to me a cup inside a silver zarf
An ornamental metal cup holder if you didn’t know
What next, I wonder, breakfast cooked by a dwarf?
I act nonchalant hoping my confusion won’t show
I see brightly coloured ribbons flutter about his head
I notice now that he is wearing a zucchetto
A round skullcap that is coloured red
It doesn’t surprise me when he starts singing a libretto
You must be hungry too, here have a zeppole
The perfect time for a deep fried dough ball
I think as I dig in deep and have it whole
Surely I hallucinate I think leaning against the wall
In thoughtful contemplation I stroke my face
What’s this? A flowing drooping Zapata
A most magnificent moustache lies in place
This turn me into a persona non grata
Enough of this witchery I cry aloud
I will still live my life with zest
Then I hear the clap of a thundercloud
I find I am alone in the kitchen and at rest
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On to 'Z' for 'Zebra Brews a Pot of Tea'.
Finally this is the end of the challenge as I reach the letter Z. I have absolutely enjoyed doing this. It is different from what I normally do, i.e. flash fiction, but was fun all the same. Would have been nicer to have received some comment love and feedback, I would have done it just the same.
My A to Z entries can be navigated to from this page - A2Z, please do take some time out to read and comments on the poems.
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