WHICH ONE AM I

Am I white with stripes of black
Or black with stripes of white
The argument goes on and on
All day into the night

It doesn’t matter much to me
Though some say that it might
Who’s to judge, who really knows
Who’s wrong and who is right

I’m NOT a horse, I never was
I’m dark and then I’m light
Even WE can’t tell us apart
At least not just by sight

We finally found a way to tell
To keep our family tight
Makes sense that we wear name tags
We Zebras are quite bright

LISTEN TO ME READ

I was getting ready to eat breakfast, not looking for a poem, when the first two lines spilled out of my brain. I tried to continue eating, but when the Silly Poems want to be written, you have to write them down.