Paper, pencil, pen and ink, in Prose I’ve grown to speak and think Public platforms, message boards Poetic guide of rhythmic chords Poems are pretty, I think it naught Pretentious such as some have thought Pious I shan’t think it so Poetry shall help me grow
Over, under, bottom, top Odes to letters never stop On the day I get to Z Old and wrinkled, I may be Or young and youthful, hopefully Only time will tell, you see Our lives are short, we need to grind Otherwise we’re wasting time
Naughty naughty little N Never helping me Nothing useful ever comes from Negativity No and never, none and nor N is oh so rude Neighbors M and O must want to Nix that attitude
Middle of the alphabet Molded like a gem Most will say there’s nothing worth More than Letter “M” Maybe M hates W Malice with a frown Mercilessly mocked by him when M is upside down
Little, little, did I know L is oh so great Like the time I drank that wine and Lulled a pretty mate Lords and ladies, boys and girls Like all, must pay the well Lay respect to that which lets us Love – the letter “L”
Knobbed in darkness, twisted wood Knuckled as can be Kinks and dead spots all around Knotted is the tree Kindling yes, our God will need, as its Key for making day Kind, He brightens nights with knights by simply adding K
Jack and Jill went up the hill Jogging straight up and down Joking and playing, having a thrill Joy till he broke his crown Jumping in fear, Jill looked around Jolting across the way Jeering, she returned and scooped him up Jill’s stick was shaped like a J
I love the vowels for how they serve In bridging letters, creating words Insanity comes, ’cause if not for them Illegible messes that none comprehend Idle time attempting to read It’s pointless were it not for these Irked by consonants, throw in the towel If you want a word…just buy a vowel
Heavens hopeful, but all should know Hell awaits for heathens below Havoc, hatred, halls of stones Heated seats on hopeless thrones Helping mortals foster love Hoping for the gates above Hearts are kind for constant fear Horror and nightmare might be near
Goodness gracious, golly G! Gifted writers inspire me Gernsback, Goddard, de Graffigny Grouped in glory’s category Guiding words with paper and pen Grandeur achieved by all of them God bestowed them minds of gold Goals to emulate when I’m old
How the World Should Work 