the Alphabetical Alliteration Poem

While going through old files and papers, I found this poem that I composed for the amusement of myself and friends at some point during my college years (could have been as early as high school; I have since found the handwritten original). I cannot recall the motivation for writing this, but it makes me happy. I hope this bit of silliness will make you smile, too…

Abstract artists all admire the attic door,
But bipolar biorhythms have been wrong before.
(Cream cakes?) Call for the cowardly cop!
A deadbeat's defacing the death-angel's stop.
Young Edward's ears exploded today—
It frightened dear Fred; he flew far away.
The goat's gums are gaping(!) How good can it get?
His hoofbeats have hampered all help from the vet.
Inside all this insolence, isolated from irk,
Just joy is residing, but justice does jerk.
Keen karma keeps all of our kin in the know,
But lie (oh lie!) we still lay so low!
The music is maddening (must it go on?)
(Now!) It's not near us; nothing is wrong.
Oh, oh! (but oh!) The orator orates
Plenty of platitudes—positively irate!
Questions (and questions!) quell in our brain;
Reason's removal (like rain from a drain.)
Serpents of sin in a saliva-filled sea
Trying (yes,trying) to torment the free.
Under umbrellas, the uprising usurps;
Violence in violet (the [vile!] little twerps).
The winds start their wailing; wild waters run free!
Xavier plays xylophone, shooting x-rays through me.
Yet (oh yes) yet, in yesterday's news,
In zoos toward the zenith, the zebras did boo.