This form of poem is now officially known as a 'ripple' poem. Composition of them seems to me now to be a form of entertainment like a crossword. It seems unlikely that many of them will ever mean very much. And so, for my next trick, I'm going to do one that includes the letter z.ErsatzWalking into the glamorous Ritz
where an excess of art oozes
to satisfy the taste of tzars,
I order gin with tonic or zest
of lime. The glass is a greater size
than I've seen before. I watch Liz stir
it for me, drink, doze, rest
and imagine I'm Mahomet or Zeus.
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