A Zest for Z’s

The Zen of zed, I thought, would make a good poem. I’d describe lazy, hazy dayz, Dozing cozily to the buzz of the bees, As a breeze (a zephyr!) wafted through the trees. But zoinks! Jazzy words began to zip through my head. Snazzy words like Zap! Zinger! Zig-zag! Razz-ma-tazz! And I realized this poem […]