Some Zed`s

I though I would take some Zed's
Have a small doze and rest my head
But my stomach felt upset
It was the zucchini and zoysia soup
Dipped crisp bread of zwieback in the gloop
I was quite ill, felt quite grim
 My being floating like a zeppelin
Not the zenith of the day
The hospital was in Mesopotamia
A ziggart mostly made of clay
 The doctors prescribed tincture of zinc
So bitter that it made me wince
My head it swam. blue zinnias sprout
 Fantasies of alphabet compete and shout
 A to Z the poetry that were announced
 Lavender pulled up its own roots
 White curtains of cold zibeline
The prelude signalled my decline
 My last hallucinate
The threads of life were run out
This zealot meets a nasty fate
SLIPed down to underground prostrate

To sleep forever with the invertabrates