paired with a complementary image, and the full set --
thirty text/image pairs -- arrayed on the multiple leaves
of an accordion-fold booklet (or perhaps a series of
booklets), the edges of any three adjacent pages of
which resemble nothing more nor less than the very
letter -- Z -- which the entire doggerel ensemble is
busy relentlessly celebrating.
Z goes along. "'Tis its
'get-along' must. A tried
goin' against the grain
once: 'twas a bust.” Now, as
Z goes about, must A
opt to adjust...?)
Z goes all in. "BT-
X-A I’ll buy. If one'd
live like an ampersand,
must one not try...?” (A's so-o-o-o
hopin' Z’s efforts do
not go awry.)
Z's goin' ape, or so
W claims: "All texts
Z sinks its hooks into
go up in flames. Unless
Z goes away..." (But e-
nough with word games.)
Z goes behind B's con-
servat'ry shed. “If B's
gard'ners catch sight of me,
I’m good as dead.” (“'Tis well
known Z goes both ways,” some
straight letter said.)
Z goes for broke, bettin'
all of its dough. “I’ve just
gotta go big. 'Tis the
sole way to go.” (B’d ba-
nanas go, if big bucks
Z'd bleedin' blow.)
Z goes berserk -- nor it's
not a nice sight. (Goin'
Bodmin or bonkers is
never alright...although
B claims, "Tis better than
bein' uptight.")
nanas go, if big bucks
Z'd bleedin' blow.)
Z goes berserk -- nor it's
not a nice sight. (Goin'
Bodmin or bonkers is
never alright...although
B claims, "Tis better than
bein' uptight.")
"Clang" goes the toll, causin'
Z to go crazy, its
neurons a-spin and its
vision a haze. ("Z goes
home," scribbles Jon. "Let not
C limn him lazy.")
Z goes down (Moe says) where
no glyph's yet been. (Z's not
down by the riverside --
Yangtze or Seine: Z'd soon
drown.) Z goes down for the
count...eight...nine...ten!
Early, and often, Z
goes in the draft, as it
seems like E's teams are a
drown.) Z goes down for the
count...eight...nine...ten!
Early, and often, Z
goes in the draft, as it
seems like E's teams are a
tad understaff'd. And that
extra mile Z goes...? Both
D and E laugh'd.
Goin' for gold, Z goes
further than most. Z's seen
goin' Full Monty by
extra mile Z goes...? Both
D and E laugh'd.
Goin' for gold, Z goes
further than most. Z's seen
goin' Full Monty by
F. (Z's reposte…?) Z goes
fishin' instead of a-
wishin'...almost.
Z's goin' grey, or, as
G terms it, 'fawn.' Z goes
gunnin' for all who would
mock. (Would you, Jon...?) Z's re-
tainin' the law firm of
Goe, Wynn & Gonne.
fishin' instead of a-
wishin'...almost.
Z's goin' grey, or, as
G terms it, 'fawn.' Z goes
gunnin' for all who would
mock. (Would you, Jon...?) Z's re-
tainin' the law firm of
Goe, Wynn & Gonne.
Z hand-in-hand goes, with
"Mademoiselle," although
rarely straight home, as some
storybooks tell. (Keep this
up, Z, and H might pen
Z Goes to Hell.)
Sure, Z goes in for the
wag's repertoire. E,g.,
here's one Z tells: "Seems that
one day an R, with a
priest and a rabbi, goes
into a bar..."
Z goes to jail, goes di-
rectly to jail -- no "pass
Go," no "twin Benjamins."
Ditto no bail. J goes,
too, just for fun. (Neither
letter's for sale.)
Z goes kaput. A pre-
limin'ry heat ends with
Z concuss'd -- crush'd in his
GoKart's front seat. Z'll go
kickin' 'n' screamin' to...
(Where's the next meet...?)
Z goes a-knockin,' though
not to Z's told. Cautions
K: "Do not enter here."
(K's so-o-o-o the scold.) If Z
goes for the kill, K will
never g(r)o(w) old.
Hearin' the quarterback's
"Hut one...hut two...", Z goes
long, like A-team wide re-
ceivers should do. (Z goes
limp once Z's sack'd, as Z
always is, nu...?)
"Goin' my way...?" asks The
Wanderin' Q as that
letter goes marchin' to
drums only you and Q
hear. "Z's gone missin'...? Oy!:
What can I do...?"
Z's goin' nuts. "Goin'
nuclear," U desig-
nates it. Who seconds that...?
L. Likewise Q. "Like the
nest of the cuckoo which
over U flew."
Z's goin' off like some
fireworks display. 'Tis a
Fourth of July frenzy
Z goes on, eh...? To the
dark side Z's gone over,
to M's dismay.
Z's goin' public: "I
know where the bodies be
buried, those plots where they're
plopp'd 'neath the sod -- P's, N's...
O's chassis, too." Yet Z
trills "-dee-dah, lah-dee-"s.
Z's goin' paperless.
"I'll go so green: U'll see
pea, pear, pistachio,
aquamarine..." (When Z
goes, Z goes pro -- as in
'Wien'...'preen'...'baleen'...)
Z's goin' postal. Z's
fete (accompli) gives a
whole 'nother meaning to
'dead letter.' T is the
c(h)ap which relates "I go
Pogo"...not Z.
Quietly Z goes, on
lower-case feet. All dis-
turbing Z's hush S shall
shush: "Ple-e-e-ease: 'Discrete' be the
watchword. Don't make me (don't
make me) repeat!"
Z's goin' rogue, a move
Palin might push. Says she,
"Pull a McCain, Mister,
not a George Bush." (T's so
hoping Z won't end up
flat on its tush.)
Go Set a Watchman Z
goes at with zest. "Watchman's
good -- tho' that Mockingbird
one's still her best. It would
go down a treat if the
pair coalesced."
"Go tell it, 'top o' that
mountain: 'Behold: Z shall
not go to sleep till Aunt
Rhody be told.'" (Z's gone
soft. Has been since he turn'd
sev-...'ral years old.)
Z's goin' under, not
smilin' but frownin.' Says
Z, "Just like Stevie*: not
wavin' but drownin.'" (Z's
"go"in's on show Z likes
'verb'in' o'er 'noun'in.')
* Poet Stevie Smith famously
ended a poem with something
resembling this line.
"Z's goin' viral," says
Phi Gamma Pi. "Gamma's
"Go with the flow''s been Z's
rallying cry." (When Greek
geeks speak of flow, Z's the
flower, not I.)
"Go ___(X)___, young man"'s like Y's
"Go your own way -- that or
"Go Z! (Fan tutte)!" So
says Wolfgang A. (Z will,
fin'lly, go home, only
just not today.)
