Anyway, there was a zebra.
Better not ride him, Yesterday
cried, zebras aren't horses though x-rays
deceive. In the mystery of wombs
either/ors are required, vice
fallow but fat as usual.
Given the horse/zebra tension
(handsomely profitable), should
icicles v receptacles
(juicy with melted ice-cubes) queue
killer ratings, predictably
lurid, why curse the orderly
mundane? Always either. Never
neither. Either/or in mundane
order tripping ahead lamely,
petulant as a tailless kite.
Quota's are always thus justified:
raccoons aren't possums. The idea
search's objects must be hiding
teaches nothing can be found, grounds
usually thought a felony
veering too close to earnestness.
When eating either/or's dogma
X is never never, I call
Y who's yelling Z, bellowing
zebra! There was one anyway.
