Island of Style

Zagga Zagga Zing
Zagga Zow!
Don’t Ask Why,
Just Ask How
I arrived at this
Island of Style.
The Answer,
Plain and Simple,
I crashed a flying cymbal
Into a desolate island
That’s smack dab in the middle
Of the main land mass,
Where ordinary amass,
But alone in my zone,
I hold a Peter Pan thimble.
I’m not sure if I’m solving,
Or just writing a riddle.

Kurtis Lunz