(Z)ED (Z)OO (Z)EE Poem by Uljana Wolf

mister, that's a zed in the zoo, not a zee, nor the zuider zee, not so bizarre. what's more, in a zed there's Ed. that said, we wear woollens and trainers, and you think us Brits coz our feet are well-trained and not sneaky. but why shoes and not shows? zap a bonspiel of zebras, zigzag in the saga, zip to the zócalo, in the ooze or ozone where zen zealotry zooms home like Jingles to Ed. A toast to the Ee, okay I agree! But after you've drunk it, don't get in a car, there's double zero tolerance (oo) at the border, so zip up your zipper, zoo's not very far.

Variation/alternate translation by Erín Moure