Love: From A to Z

 

 

I adore an apt álliteration,

   Like the buzz of a bumbling bee;

Crave the craft of its cool, camp creation,

  To a dizzy dear darn daft degree.

 

Every eager ear eats each repeating,

   For their form, fairly freely, does fly;

(Sweet gal gallantly gives me gay greeting;

   Hollers, “Hey! Hello! Howdy! Ho! Hi!”)

 

Id is itching in me (she’s inviting!)

Jaw and jabber in joint jamboree.

“Keen to kid, kibitz, kiss, or go kiting?

   Languish loosely in Love’s luxury?

 

“Might we murmur of marriage, or maybe,

   Now say ‘Nuts!’ to nice nuptials, and nest?

Omit oaths of oration? Ohhhh, Baby!

   Please palaver my paramour pressed!”

 

My queer queen quips quite quick quaint quotation;

   My rude regent’s royal rhetoric I scan.

So sad sinks my  sexy sensation

   (Sigh!)—’Tis the tattle-tale talk of—a man!

 

I’m undone!—Ugh!—unmoved, but undaunted

   By my virile-voiced verb valentine.

Why, wild wit with words was what I wanted:

 Ex-execs ex-X (ech!)-sex?—devine!

 

Yes,  I yen yet to yield to my yearning:

   To zig-zag for ‘zed’—zest for ‘zee’;

A-literate—Z-lously burning.

   (Zeal iz zertainly zomething to zee.)