Alphabet Soup Poem by Jay Alexander

Arise fair spoon,
Bring liquid joy;
Could all the
Days which I
Espoused mundane
Fair compare to such
Goodness which is
Here before me.
Inch by measured inch,
Juices will churn,
Knowledge imbibed,
Love kindled,
Made manifest, sans
Ostentation sans
Prejudice. Leaving one
Question unanswered,
Required by
Students in these matters,
Treated with caution,
Unless otherwise stated:
Veracities to
Which
Xenophobes
Young and old aspire:
Z - does it mean Zero?