An inane, freeverse poem, meant to capture my amusement at the idea of Blaze Zamboni. At first I imagined some employer calling him Zamboni (think "Weatherby") as he grit his teeth, but I think this is a bit better. I ran out of ideas at the end.
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Some call me Blaise,
Others, Blasé or Blasie,
My last name is often Zambini
I've been a girl, and a boy
Occasionally both at once
And sometimes one, then the other
The trouble, I find
Is getting it right
No one seems to admit
My real name, of course,
Is not even Zabini
But, naturally, Blaze Zamboni!
Yes, I smooth the ice
And make it clean
For skaters far and wide
My family's ancestral occupation
Is all I aspire to perform
But unless I turn from the Dark Lord
I'll only be icing Dark Ponds.
