In those moments When
I have an almost iresistible urge,
I am arrested by the appetite
To arrange the alphabet with alliteration
Creating a clever and catchy cast
Of wonderfully whimsical words
With which to wax wistfully
The intent is invisible to
The people who patiently partake
The random ramblings of rudimentary
Association.
WIth a knowing glance,
The spell is broken
Until the next
Melancholy melody makes me mad
Compulsively careening into a cacophony
Of overwhelming oratory.
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