UWM alphabet (Photo credit: 2fs)
Alphabets are what this poem is made up of,
Better than alphabet soup and random letters, I guess.
Completely in sequence, not one out of place,
Devil take you, if you dare!
Empty though it may seem,
Fought to find some symphony, some harmony!
Great to see the flow still continues,
Haggard with the effort, I’m surely not!
I make the words rhyme and yet make sense,
Jealous, are you?
Kingly a talent, it is not!
Low-balling a target, you think!
Making a rhyme for a dime,
Not sucking at it, I hope.
Over every objection about such trivial pursuits,
Pen and pencil could never match the way I type.
Quest for a holy grail this is not!
Rest assured, I will not be a poet laureate!
Sum them up and you may count the words,
Tete-a-tete over this poem will be a cup of coffee, dear! Starbucks?
Underwhelmed by the effort, the readers may be,
Victory is just four letters away!
Wise the man, who has the time and mind.
X’mas come early , a gift indeed!
You may laugh, you may cry,
Zebraesque verse you read here!