How pleasant to know Zita Z.
Who is perfect in every way!
Some mope, she is better than me,
But most others have little to say.
She slinks through her life looking glamorous,
Her breasts are synthetically large;
Financial success is preposterous,
She’s no longer able to charge.
She has cats, and a boyfriend, and daughters,
All blessings, and sometimes a curse;
Long ago she was drenched by warm waters,
But this winter just couldn't be worse.
She works in a corporate office,
With Partners intent on their wealth;
She’ll never be more than a novice,
She’s far more concerned for her health.
She has no friends, unreal or imaginable,
Her attitude’s down in the dumps;
Her voluble skills are abominable,
She wears a mad frown, her heart thumps.
When she sings in the steaming hot shower,
Her cats take their sauna, and purr…
They keep hoping she won’t hit that sour
Note: the shrieking to which they refer.
She howls over 79th street,
She howls on the way to the park;
She packs up a picnic of mincemeat,
And saves it for after it’s dark.
She writes, but she doesn’t read, verses,
She doesn’t pursue her degree;
She is held back by too many bosses,
How pleasant to know Zita Z.
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