poetry is music to my (really big) ears

____greetings on this nasty icky rainy gray thursday. rain sucks! (more about that later) zebby here, and i wanted to share a wonderful poem that my good buddy stacy wrote on the subject of (ahem) Me. of course, i welcome any and all kinds of fanmail & love to spend parT of my evenings opening letters and reading postcards///
ee cummings happens to be one of my favorites as well as shel siverstein


zebby zebby
is a sweet lazy bebeh
he's good to hold and good to touch
and he'll walk when he's good and ready, thank you very much
he likes to plop in the grass on his little belly
and sometimes he'll leave a poopy that's smelly
a purebred he is cuz he ain't no mutt
when he walks on the street, he wiggles his butt

fantastic! & i just couldn't resist adding my own verse, zebby style:

zebby zebby
little fuzzy man with a plan
sniffing and snorting and fartin galore
sleeps like a meatloaf and lets out snorty snore
ball is god god is ball
chews through his smelly stick
sometimes likes to lick his dick
ziffy zorbster pippin chorby
zebby prances zebby dances
sniffs at the wind
screams at the skateboard punks
cuddles gorbles glibbles goobles
wants his belly lump rubbed
little crooked tail shoots out straight
on the way to the park
foo-foo-ing along the way
plopping pooping
what a day

2nd verse poem credit: zebedee