The Alphabet Sonnets
When my kids were pre-teens, I got a wild idea to write a collection of sonnets for them. But not just any sonnets, oh, no, that would be too easy!
I decided to write 26 acrostic sonnets - each one with a line starting with a letter of the alphabet.
They enjoyed having the Alphabet Sonnets read to them, for a while, and then they got put away with other "childish things." But I'm hoping to someday resurrect these gems and have them published as a children's book. For several years I even had a real-life bona-fida literary agent taking them out (okay, including the project in his occasional mass mailings to publishers...)
For now, here they are!
(Shh- don't tell the publishers I'm giving it away for free on the web!)
the letter a
"A is for Apples," so Aaron began --
An aardvark is he, our
guide in this land.
Adventurous Aaron's task in this part?
Aligning each
line the right letter start.
Asserting the ABC's written in
Acrostics
appropriately lends him
August authority, letters in tow;
Ask him of
characters, as he would know!
Assembled sonnets, abba to zither,
Abacus in
hand, twenty-six hither;
Alphabet singer, sing alphabet songs,
Applying
accented notes short and long --
Attendance audaciously
laudable,
Affection aboundingly audible.
the letter b
Bilbo the bruin, brashly tattooing
Beats and beatitudes upon
the banks,
Booming and wooing, brightly soft shoeing --
Brenda his bear
beauty beaming in thanks.
Brawny was Bilbo, toes to his elbows,
Bright and
bodaciously brave, bold and brass.
Blameless was this beau, Bilbo would fair
go
Boston to Borneo to please his lass.
But for the bucks to buy for her
honey,
Boldly he’d ask her to marry him please;
Broken in heart and bereft
of money --
Bees and their pollen made poor Bilbo sneeze!
"Boyfriend,"
said Brenda, "don't bum on this thing.
"Brother, I've honey - just buy me the
ring!"
the letter c
Cathy is craftily cooking a cake,
Careful to measure and make
no mistake.
Cakes made by Cathy are often strange fare --
Commonly
oddities are found in there!
Continual trials yield curious ends
(Consider
the cakes she springs on her friends!)
Cumin and curry, some cinnamon,
too,
Chestnuts and chicken all go in this stew.
Cubeb and cucumber,
cuckoopint blue,
Cornstalk and coconut, to name a few.
Collecting her
efforts, could Cathy dare
Carry her cakes to competing at fairs?
Curiously, Cathy's cakes always won
'Cause nobody dared to try to eat
one!
the letter d
Did I mention the dromedary, who
Does in his one hump along
with him bring
Dinner for many days, water there too?
(Down in the desert,
refreshment's the thing.)
Dollars for drachmas, the fellow's a
pain
Despite having diet always at hand.
Doggedly does he annoy and
complain --
Darling, his temper you hardly could stand!
Dare not you
confuse him with the two-humps;
Do this in peril of your good
clothing.
Dignity often this fellow harrumphs,
Deigning never to disguise
his loathing.
Drill it in your mind, for if you forget,
Don't you know,
this camel just loves to spit!
the letter e
"Expect surprises," Eli surmises
(Ever the practical elephant,
he).
"Each brand-new sunrise, truthful, my old eyes
Encounter sights I can
hardly believe."
"Examples," he chimes, "come up all the time;
Exactly
like clockwork wonders occur.
Ezekiel best arrives in my mind --
Embodying
whimsy, you will concur.
Elfin was Zeke -- not just in stature --
was
Every bit elf from his head to his toe.
Eccentrically chosen, picked
just because
Elephant ridden by elf, you must know,
Enchantingly marched,
the head of parades --
Everyone smiled and remembered for days."
the letter f
"Funston," the fly said, "you are, I do fear,
Full ready to eat
me if I draw near."
"Felix," Funston the frog did reply, "I
Feel you have
reason for wondering why;
For fairly a long while you and I
knew
Functional law compelled me to eat you --
Frankly, if I were you, I
would beware."
"Friends, you say?" Felix asked, flying with
care.
"Flatter you not, Felix, you don't appeal --
Faith, but I do not see
you as a meal."
Fuzzing and buzzing, Felix considered.
Finally, frog
asked: "Join me for dinner?"
From Felix the fly there was no
reply,
For Funston had eaten Felix the fly.
the letter g
Ghosts! I hate ghosts! They frighten me nightly
--
Gray, green, or ghastly, nicely or nasty,
Galloping, giggling, slowly,
fastly,
Groaning and shrieks, done rude or politely.
Get out, go away, is
what I say. Each
Glance from a spirit or glare from a wraith
Gives
goosebumps, shivers and shakes to my faith.
Gross goblins taunting me just
out of reach --
Greatly I shake hearing bumps in the night.
Glumful and
careful I head to my bed
Grave and determined to fight off the
dread;
Going to sleep now I turn out the light.
Gone are the ghosts with
the dawning of day;
Good thing for me I can wish them away!
the letter h
How do I love thee? Let me think a bit
(Hardly a topic to rush,
you'll admit).
Horrifically great, like haddock love worms,
Harpy bats
love being thought taciturn,
Horny toads love flies, hamsters love big
wheels,
Hammerhead sharks love eating toes for meals,
Himalayan monks love
dreaming of heat,
Honeybees love making nectar taste sweet,
Honking geese
love heading up big parades,
Hoopoe birds love singing bright
serenades,
Howling monkeys so love causing troubles,
Hippopotami love
blowing bubbles.
Highfalutin love, you've got to agree;
Higher than
highest is my love for thee!
the letter i
I've got a friend who's just slightly insane;
If you've not met
Ivan, let me explain:
Impudent, insolent, sometimes just rude,
Ill-versed
in etiquette, hopelessly crude,
Insistently mischievous always
--
Immeasurably he livens my days.
Inside or outside, where challenges
wait,
Insanely he leaps through the jaws of fate.
Innumerable the times I
have called
Invoking Ivan when parents, appalled,
Irately berate for
something I've done.
"Innocent!" I cry, "For Ivan's the one!"
In short,
the perfect companion, my friend --
Imaginary Ivan is pretend.
the letter j
Jump up and fall down, make a silly noise,
Jiggle like a worm
under bedtime toys,
Jog in place, make a face, lie down and think,
Jolly
well ask for some water to drink,
Jerk back the covers and remake your
bed,
Join in, sing the song that plays in your head,
Joust with a monster,
pretend a bassoon,
Jest with your teddy bear, joke with the moon,
Journey
in your mind past stars on a race,
Jaunt beyond Jupiter's bright, smiling
face,
Jubilantly ask where we get the sky,
Joyfully listen close and then
ask, "Why?"
Juggle your pillows in a pretend fight --
Just don't believe
it's time to say "good night."
the letter k
Knurled and knotted, all twisted and gathered,
Kept in a box,
the lid somewhat tattered --
Karma and fortune, chance, kismet and fate,
Kinks in good plans, complications in state,
Kindness and cruelty,
laughter and sighs,
Kisses and curses all therein reside.
Kinetic
frenzies, languid, lost summers,
Kangaroo punches, beats of odd
drummers,
Kettles of fine fish intended to fry,
Knapsacks all loaded with
wonder and why,
Kibitzers, scorners, supporters and hope,
Kudos and
critics, some kinks in the rope,
Knowledge and magic and loving and strife
--
Keep all in your heart -- for all this is life.
the letter l
Linda the ladybug was quite verbose,
Lecturing anyone who dared
draw close.
Lunching on lavender leaves she'd expound,
Latching on
anything to make a sound.
Legend would tell she outtalked a parrot.
Loan
her a secret? Know she will share it.
Lacing her language with words
much too queer,
Little believing that no one cares hear.
Ladybugs
ladylike? Not quite this one!
(Luckily ladybugs have tiny lungs.)
Loony
old Lindaloo, verbose and long,
Limber of tongue, won't admit when she's
wrong,
Lambasting, libeling, language galore --
Let me assure you this
lady's a bore.
the letter m
Mealtime is served, now dinner is ready,
Muster your appetite,
pull up some chairs!
Mounds upon mounds of sauce and spaghetti,
Mangos and
oranges, strawberries and pears,
Meatloaf and sauce and dressing and
turkey,
Melonball salad and applesauce, too,
Monkey-foot doughnuts, fresh
homemade jerky,
Mom's famous everything-else-in-a-stew,
Macaroni and
cheese, turtle surprise,
My famous peach cobbler, desserts galore,
Mustard
and ketchup and custard and pies,
Muffins and cookies and whipped cream and
more...
Mm, what a meal! The food was delicious!
My, what a mess!
Whose turn to do dishes?
the letter n
Noble intent and the best laid of plans,
Nail all the details
down with your own hands,
Negotiate trouble, plot a straight
course,
Navigate wisely, stay hard to the source,
Needle the compass and
hold the path through,
Name your desire and always stay true,
Neither a
liar nor braggart obey
(Nine times of nine they will lead you
astray),
Next to the wheel keep a map and a light,
Near to your heart keep
the truth and delight.
No matter how hard you try planning
things,
Nitpicking ninnies can ruin your dreams;
Negative thoughts always
force you below --
Never but never let them tell you no.
the letter o
Oy! If you'd seen all the things that I've seen
Over and
under and all in between:
Oxen in dance halls swirling a nightful,
Ospreys
at checkers jumping delightful,
Outrigger kayaks with oryx at
strokes,
Oysters a-spy in long, wrinkled dark cloaks,
Opulent opals
glowing metallic,
Old English sheepdogs speaking in Gaelic,
Ostriches
spelling "sincerely" and "proud,"
Owls hooting secret owl secrets out
loud.
Outrageous mysteries twinkle and
gleam;
Out there adventures are seldom as seem!
Oh, all the
wonders, the treasures, the wealth --
Ought you not sleep now and see them
yourself?
the letter p
Placed upon street signs, written on doorposts,
Printed on
place mats underneath French toasts,
Provided with forms at government
stores,
Posted at racetracks and nailed on church doors --
Poems writ by
the princess in her own hand
Popped up like posies all over the
land,
Perfectly rhyming and witty in thought,
Practically legend these
poems she had wrought.
People provided this pleasure exclaimed,
"Petunia
the poet ever shall reign!"
Perhaps on occasion the prince
complained,
"Passing out poetry seems somewhat vain."
Princess Petunia
politely proclaimed,
"Poetry simply resides in my veins!"
the letter q
Quarantined was the fox, down with the flu,
Quivering,
shivering, sniffling too.
Quite understandably you might just
snort;
Quasi-believable is his report.
Quoth he to me, "I enjoyed a
visit,
Queen of the quarks, looking so exquisite;
Quadrillion times
smaller than I could see.
'Quack,' she said -- that's how I knew it was
she."
Quarrel with him not; foxes rarely lie.
Quash any doubt, stop your
wondering why;
Quarks can appear when you're not in good health.
Q.E.D., I
do believe it myself.
Quantum mechanics won't stay in a box;
Quickly the
quark jumped the ailing brown fox.
the letter r
Rare for a goat was our Riley McGee --
Rakish and ravishing,
devilish he;
Replete in tails and a top hat (brand-new),
Rip-roaring
through, he's a hullabaloo!
Rascally Riley could often be found
Racing
about (he's the talk of the town),
Running with brother rat Rodney and
pal
Ree (the wild reindeer) with Rhoda, his gal.
Riley would dream up
adventures and more,
Romping about causing trouble galore.
'Round dusk
Riley always ended his day;
Reality sadly got in the way.
Reluctantly
Riley goodbye must bid;
Retire he must, 'cause
he's still a kid!
the letter s
"Simply the best," said Sally with zest, to
Simon the simian
over their tea.
"Surely you know we snakes don't have toes! Who
Says
apes ain't funny?" she chortled in glee.
Seldom do monkey and asp
coincide;
Something of Sally made Simon stutter.
Seeing her made him all
jelly inside;
Sally to him was like bread to butter.
Searching about for a
way to impress,
Seeking a gift that would bring her a
smile,
Surreptitiously he bought her a dress --
Silver and lace with
a train for a mile.
Still something was missing, Simon could tell;
So he
had bought her the red shoes as well.
the letter t
Tired, so tired, I must take a rest;
Today is now ending as
sleep descends.
Tomorrow I'll run, discover new ends;
Tonight, though,
I'll sleep -- yes, sleeping seems best.
There are some dreams that need my
attending,
Thoughts I left moored on the edge of a cloud,
Things I
considered (but never too loud) --
These I should tend to, dreams that need
mending.
Tossing my day at the foot of my bed
Troubles left outside next
to the back door,
Trials left postponed till I face them once more
(This
time, I think, they're best left neglected).
Though I have miles, and
promises to keep,
Thanking my Maker, I drift off to sleep.
the letter u
Upon my word, you must try to conceive;
Undo your skeptic --
try to resist it!
Until I saw it I wouldn't believe
Under the sun such
creatures existed!
Up in the hills of the flatlands it walks,
Ugly, this
beauty, it crawls on six hands,
Unsettling stares from ten eyes on
stalks,
Ultramarine nose with purple-green bands.
Unlikely, you say?
There's more, I swear! An
Unpleasant body with polka-dot
streaks,
Ubiquitous shading, orange, blue and tan,
Unicornlike, but the
horn is beneath!
Usually there's no reason to fear her --
Unless you find
it's only a mirror.
the letter v
"Voom voom va-room" said Vira the viper,
Vivaciously Vira,
vulpine was she.
Virtually viewed you might just not see her --
Vertically
challenged, this snake, verily!
Vacationing on the isle Consuela
(Vaunted
for sights every snake just must see),
Vira had come from deep
Venezuela;
Vagabondlike she tramped down to the sea.
Vainly she tried
finding passage across;
Vast waters stretched between her and her
dream.
Verging on tears Vira surveyed her loss;
Vowing to get there she
launched on a scheme --
Valentine's Day left a box by the pier;
Vaulting
inside she just surfed over there.
the letter w
When we hear the clear warbles of angels
Wafting and weaving
their songs in the night,
Washing past weariness, pain and
dangers,
Watchfully floating them way out of sight;
When webs of wonder
weave on neon skies
Waterworks weathering wavering winds,
Wishes and hopes
and farewells and goodbyes,
Wave after wave drifts again and again.
When
wakeful hours slip wearily by,
Warranting yawns in the wan moonlit
air,
Waning and waxing and whispering sighs,
Waltzing to sleep wearing
never a care;
When warm, loving hands extinguish the light,
We say bless
you all, and to all good night.
the letter x
Xavier the armadillo (of genus
Xenurus to be precise) believed
from
Xenogenesis he sprang; between us
Xenial grace compels, should he say
some
Xanadu spells drive him lemminglike to
Xenomania, then so say
ya. On
Xmas eve Xavier leaves to find a few
Xanthine-colored
flowers; with neon
Xenon as his light, he seeks for the herb
Xanthisma
with a map made in perfect
Xylographic print; but when weather blurb
Xerotic winds predict, then home looks best.
Xibalba-like his bed does
Xavier find;
X's of flowers dance in Xavier's mind.
the letter y
Y'all must know the yellow yak, the yak in
Yonder yellow sack,
the sack of knitted
Yards and yards of yarn, decor of maudlin
Yucca-plant
prints, paisley patterned fitted.
Yet the yak, with patient eyes, peers from
his
Yellow sack surprised, as yellow jackets,
Yelping dogs and yucca moths
buzz and biz
Yodel and yip and just make some rackets!
Yesterday the
yellow yak dreamed free, planned,
Yearned upon his back, sleeping in an
un-
Yaklike repose, when the yeoman came and
Yelled and put him in the
sack, just for fun --
Yes, even his toes, his nose, and his rings.
You
can't be too careful about these things.
the letter z
Zoologists know the trouble I know,
Zealously trying to keep to
the form;
Zooming and zipping to find words that go --
Zestfully starting
with zed isn't norm!
Zebras are laughing at me to my face,
Zinnias
blooming all over the place,
Zigzagging zebu all join in my race,
Zenith
the highest point I see in space.
Zwieback in hand I snack while I work
on,
Zephyr a wind blowing in from the west,
Zodiac zones with zithers of
zircon,
Zeros are dancing as I pass the test!
Z doesn't happen too often
for me --
Zounds, but it's hard starting everything Z!