The alphabet always seemed to have a sort of plot to me. Here’s one possibility.
THE ALPHABET
It started with abundance beauty and clarity
Apples and apricots for all
Birds and butterflies in the blue
Cats and dogs everywhere
But it grew feebler and grayer
As it hobbled and inched along
It grew jaded and kind of lost momentum
Somewhere in the middle
Niggling and obstreperous
Petulant and querulous
Reduced to senility and tremors
With age
Until it had very little to work with
But a few x-rays and yaks
And a zebra in the zoo
This is the way it ends
Not with a bang
Not with a whimper
But with a zyzzyva
3 responses so far ↓
1 mamie caton // Feb 2, 2020 at 2:37 am
aaawwww. zzz
2 Doug // Feb 2, 2020 at 3:47 pm
The alphabet is tired after all that work.
3 mamie caton // Feb 16, 2020 at 10:14 pm
That’s understandable.