As I sat to write this post I thought of the letter Z, our host Since poetry is what I've done I thought real hard but could come up with none I even did a Google search But there was zero on this earth Not one prose was made me for me So I got typing and here we be It may be lame but I don't care At least that there is something here See you next round, this is all I've got At least I took a stab, a shot.
~ Freda Mans