Z z zebra

It's a brand new day he wakes;

It's a brackish tear he weeps:

Narcolepsy often makes

For the awkwardest of sleeps!


Herd was heard across the plains,

But they're nowhere to be seen:

Kicked up dust only in-grains

Rage that friends could be so mean!


Like his coat (and in the mane),

Light would often turn to dark,

Every time his bumbling brain

Made his stubborn bottom park!


Sat sedate and sedentary,

Suns and moons would pass as one:

There's no room for pedantry

When dull ignorance has won!


Such zebr-ailment needs wise help,

So some friends leave sticky trails:

It's a Braille meant for the whelp,

Sleepwalking, to catch their tails.


Sometimes he would twig the track,

But most times he ended stumped.

When Acacia trees he'd thwack,

Such occasions left him slumped!


Never mind the term 'spaghetti'...

Lots of creatures passed around.

Junctions here were 'Serengeti':

Many-specied footprints found!


Zebra crossings aren't so easy

When all night the traffick's thick.

As through jam he tried to squeeze he

Tired and threw up arms quite sick!


But this dawn's orb-leaping did goad

Confidence to scan shone light.

Stock-checked, orig-inal barcode

Comes to rest, so scansion might!