Wednesday Poetry

Crazy Alphabet

By Billie Daddario

All of my letters run round

Won’t stand still, won’t calm down.

They make camp fires behind my peepers.

This is the year I lost my eye cheaters.

I’m making do with an old pair.

All the letters have grown hair down to there.

They all squish together and won’t become clear.

How am I ever going to hear their words?

They’re all changing places.

Turning slices to splices,

And aces to graces.

It’s been quite an antic and I’m really quite ready

For my letters to lie down for a Knapp.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s