GETS HER Z'S
2002 Joe Smith
everyone has trouble sleeping sometimes.
just one of those mountains that everyone climbs.
toss and you turn, strange hours you'll keep,
eventually, everyone does get to sleep.
of course, for this one little girl
a crooked-toothed smile and one brunette curl.
arms crossed before her, her head in an ache.
her name is, and she lay wide awake.
don't get me wrong, Zara felt very tired,
her patience for lying there'd long since expired.
yawn and she'd fidget, one night she near lost it.
long and the short of it – she was exhausted.
drank some warm milk, she tried counting sheep.
tried yoga, Tai Chi, but she just couldn't sleep.
weeks this had lasted. Her friends, they would tease,
look ragged, Zara, go back to bed – please!”
stared at the ceiling and shouted her pleas;
desperately, desperately need me some Z's!!!”
closed her eyes tight, not hoping for much.
squinched them and squinched them, and grumbled and such.
then came a rustling, near the top of the stair.
opened her eyes…
a zebra was there.
zebra, yes ma'am, you did hear me right.
right, sir, a zebra, at the top of the flight.
swear that it's true, come to visit that night
a zebra right there in the room – what a sight!
opened her mouth but no words did come out.
a zebra right there in the room – not a doubt!
the ones from her books, only this one seemed tamer.
didn't quite know what to think - can you blame her?
all of a sudden, there entered a man.
wore a grass skirt, he was tall, lean and tan.
than tan, chocolate brown, actually.
man introduced himself – Zulu was he!
took out a strange kind of homemade guitar.
zither, he called it, and played a few bars.
come from Zimbabwe , he'd just hopped a ride
a zeppelin, a big one, he had parked outside.
then came a zombie, he was playing the flute.
was eating zucchini. He wore a zoot suit!
played and sang zydeco, and was quite a singer!
made cups of tea – oh what yummy Red Zinger!
friends of the zebra showed up from the zoo;
zebu named Zell, and the zookeeper too.
just when the music was jumpin' non-stop,
turned to the door and she saw ZZ Top !
came in with food, like big bowls of ziti.
made homemade sauce, it was spicy and meaty!
said “Sorry we're late – zounds! Really we are!
to zig-zag to get here – nearly wore out the car!”
was quite a party, it went very late.
food was fantastic, the company great.
costumes were fancy, the dancing – fabu!
sang songs and told jokes and they even played Clue.
jumped on the bed and they read magazines.
played Hide-and-Go-Seek and Don't-Spill-the-Beans.
was a wonderful night. A real Number Ten.
was zany and zippy and zesty and zen.
left one by one, each giving big hugs,
Tupperware home, empty bottles and jugs.
were thankful goodbyes, and some even got weepy
a thought it?)
couldn't believe it, “I must be quite loopy!
started to yawn and my eye-lids are droopy.
not just fatigued, or run-down, or not ‘pepped.'
slept deep as winter, as soundly as snow.
deep as the ocean, and even below.
face smushed into the pillow quite soundly.
she dreamed dreams you dream
you sleep quite profoundly.
slept and she slept and she slept a bit more.
turned over, drooled a bit, and started to snore.
one point her pillow fell onto the floor.
reached down and got it,
slept still some more.
slept through the sunrise, no alarm clocks today.
cool gentle zephyrs blowing in all the way.
the song softly sung by this whispering breeze,