Literates Love aLiterating
I strongly seek sophistication
And actively admire alliteration
Done well it’s a source of pleasure
Done really well it’s a true treasure
Good ones tickle my funny bone
Bad ones often make me groan
Bloated, about to burst beast
A dead dog due to say the least
Finding favorite flowers for bowers
Gives me pleasure for many hours
Wanting white wine rather than red
Either in excess affects my head
Savory, sizzling smells attract me
They’re on the menu I can see
I don’t care about the price
I can afford another slice
They offer olfactory overload
Tell me to stop but don’t goad
You know I love salt, sun and surf
Their aromatic swirl is my turf
Sunbathers, slathering sunscreen
Borders on being obscene
Alliteration may be a disease
More serious than a sleazy sneeze
Best it should be repressed
Chronic users are depressed
Busy is the best bargain
Providing jaded jaunty jargon
Douglas Evered
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