Alliteration, as an art
all authors ought attempt;
it brings all bounce and beauty back
when brains and backs are bent.
Caucasians call it clumsy, crying,
"Come, call off this craft!"
But dowagers downtrodden don't
dismay or deem it daft.
Effectively, it elevates the
ends of elegies
for funerals: the frost, forgotten,
flushes face and flees.
Like goodly ghosts it glides through
gruesome goads, it's glee to gird,
it haunts horrific histories
with healing happy words.
Important intellectuals
insist it's ineffective.
They jest, "These jokers' jaunty jargon
jams the art's objective."
Some killers kill because the
consonance, they cannot bear.
They loathe alliteration, but we'll
loose it, if we dare.
Moreover, most men mean well,
but to murderers may morph;
this needless knack of novelists
annoys them, South to North.
Official orators object
to our obnoxious art.
But playful poets please
the pooped-out public for their part.
Some say, "You give us quite a qualm,
now quit these quaintish quotes!"
But rebel writers write repeatedly
despite reproach.
Their sonnets, songs, and stories with
sweet assonance still sing
of truth, tall tales and twilight,
thanking God for tiny things.
Usurpers understand tales are
uncalled-for in our lives,
but little vital victories they are
for which we strive.
What weirdly words with X in front
will rhyme with words I know?
Xanthosis, X-ray, xenial,
X-men or xenophobe?
Just yesterday, I yearned for
younger days and yellow suns,
I zest in zany prose
and poetry, which brings back funs.
Moreover, most men mean well,
but to murderers may morph;
this needless knack of novelists
annoys them, South to North.
Official orators object
to our obnoxious art.
But playful poets please
the pooped-out public for their part.
Some say, "You give us quite a qualm,
now quit these quaintish quotes!"
But rebel writers write repeatedly
despite reproach.
Their sonnets, songs, and stories with
sweet assonance still sing
of truth, tall tales and twilight,
thanking God for tiny things.
Usurpers understand tales are
uncalled-for in our lives,
but little vital victories they are
for which we strive.
What weirdly words with X in front
will rhyme with words I know?
Xanthosis, X-ray, xenial,
X-men or xenophobe?
Just yesterday, I yearned for
younger days and yellow suns,
I zest in zany prose
and poetry, which brings back funs.
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