Ziggah
Ziggah!
Whoosoe,
The mighty ox
Did wallow in his omelette
And nightly said
Ziggah!, wuhsay, whoosoe.
And so
The oxen with his mighty beard
Did swallow all the way
In the home of the free
With the Ziggah! All alone.
Enormous tree with only bread
To sugar its delight
Might be might
Without the sight
Of the Ziggah!
Trumpets, brass and FRIGHT.
Thus;
Thrown back down from distant eggs,
Moons between crick-a-crack,
Irksome in their plenty.
This is whoosoe.
Who takes the shells
of greedy waste?
The stars!
The lips!
The walrus kiss!
The scarcity,
the extra bliss,
the Ziggah! on their throne
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