A Zong

You idolize, you seize the prize,
You vocalize of vitalizing zombies.
It's amazing how lazily you breeze the maze,
You crazy lizards zooming through the kudzu.
Raze the roof with jazz kazoo,
You klutzes never sneezing to amaze me.
Waltzing with a dozen zebras;
Tis a zany thing to do,
But there's zero else as ritzy at the zoo.
Keep your gaze at the horizon.
Be exorcized, or be blazed by my bazooka.
Blitzed into your hazy daze,
You doze into your booze.
It's cozy here in these bizarre azaleas.

The End

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