A ZEBRA AND A MINOTAUR

MINNOW AND ZEE

A Tail of Tale                                                    

By Izzy Ess of Horse Pluckiness

A Minotaur recovered his composure

When a female horse in black and white

Pajamas propositioned him.  He said,

“Hello, young lady.  Are you free to find

Some hay and roll in it?”  Replying quickly,

She averred, “Preferring heather, I

Will meet you in the gloaming, if you like?”

“Of course,” he said.  “Should I not bring a bottle

Of Chianti?”  “I’m no fool!” she said.

“A Chevas Regal bottle would be best.”

“My name is Minnow.  May I ask your name?”

“Sure. You may call me Zee.  That’s short for Zebra

Mae.  Is Minnow short for Minotaur,

My handsome lad?”  “Why yes, my dear.  I will

Trot to Ye Golden Liqueur Shoppe and get

Some Regal, Chevas, and will meet you at

The Heather Inn.  OK?”  “It’s perfect, my

Good sir.  I hear they have the latest in

Luxurious new stables with some heather

On the floor, instead of hay.”  They smiled

And parted.  Zee went home to change pajamas

And our Minnow bought the booze.  They booked

A stable at the Inn and oozed romantic

Whisperings, all night.  The Chevas Regal

Was delicious and relaxing.  In

The morn, they mucked the floor and went their separate

Ways, the Minotaur to Pastoral

By Beethoven and Zee to Zanzibar

To learn to drive a car.  They met again

In twenty years and didn’t recognize

Each other.  Sad, that stars were in their eyes.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md., welland, Canada, july 6, 2013