Alex Lewis - Zebra

Zebra <br />by Alex Lewis <br /> <br />One day, the zebra came to play. <br />His words were do, his actions were say. <br />I love the zebra because he loves me. <br />His yellow-stripped polka dots are what I see. <br />The zebra is so versatile. <br />We ran a centimeter and walked a mile. <br /> <br />The zebra though it would be fun <br />If every maternal wish were done. <br />So, we cleaned my room, and painted the door, <br />Killed the cat, and put a bomb within the floor; <br />We cooked the dinner and took out the trash, <br />And got drunk with kids and found the elderly to flash. <br /> <br />The zebra then ate some poo, <br />And flushed some food down the loo. <br />Zebra and me played a game. <br />The game was fun, but it was lame. <br />The zebra can do anything! <br />Well, except nearly everything. <br /> <br />The zebra never died that day. <br />It was fun to bury him, anyway. <br />Before I said goodbye to the beast, <br />We used nothing to make a feast. <br />As the zebra went away, he made the doorbell ring. <br />And I realized, there's two sides to every person and everything.<br /><br />Alex Lewis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/zebra/