Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz... Z! Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

Been up for forty hours
I've taken four warm showers
In hopes to wind on down
From a pass time that I found
March fifth of twenty'O six
After watching midnight flix
My Dell was on the fritz
Nevertheless, I surfed some sites
Fingers crossed ther' be no blight
From my ancient Dell, this night
But while searching for men's ties
V. Pancaldi's private line
Fate would have its cyber way
Pushed my hand and mouse away
From these abstract ties in tone
To a site with a zillion poems
What was this odd foreign site
Where peeps write througout the nite
First I laughed, said, what the f#@&!
But fast as an eight point Buck
I was drawn to the light
Of this strange, foreign site
Joining the graveyard junkies
And the daylight literary flunkies
Serendipity has its yen
To turn ties into paper and pen
And I think I'm out of words
As this poem is for the birds
Even Hitchcock would agree
That this quiller need some Z's
So with that, goodnight PH
And never shop for ties too late!