-An ode to an old friend who, to this day threatens to come and paint my zebra albino.
And so it goes, no two the same
We trek across the undulating plain,
The fatty flanks, the quarters tough and lean,
The days, the months, the years
We watch them pass,
Not knowing if there are more black stripes or white,
Until we reach the end
And get to bite it in the ass!