L E T T E R S

After dotting every i,

And crossing every t,

The letters had a party,

It was as easy as ABC.

Everyone was invited,

Not one letter was left out.

Directions were enclosed,

Just follow the scripted route.

Pronunciation got the party started,

His longhand was all write.

The band was kicking out the numbers.

Their compositions, a pure delight.

Now letters can make a good impression,

But they never like to brag.

Everyone knows who everyone is,

So no one needs a name tag.

A-Line skirts were the popular choice,

Among all the female letters,

While the men looked quite dashing,

Wearing their V-Neck sweaters.

The consonants and vowels were dancing.

They were grooving to the Alphabet.

The upper and lowercase were on the same page,

And playing a friendly game of typeset.

But then somebody spiked the punctuation,

And things got out of control.

The letters became intoxicated,

And went completely off the scroll.

It all went downhill from there,

The letters were turning aggressive.

A loose apostrophe teamed up with an “ ‘s,”

And they became quite possessive.

A neighbor called the cops,

There were letters running wild.

They were all hooked on phonics,

And the proper charges had to be filed.

The letters spent the night in jail,

There was no mystery or suspense.

They knew they were in trouble,

Charged with a Capital offense

The letters were ashamed of themselves,

Showing both remorse and repentance.

But the judge threw the book at them,

And the letters had to write their own sentence.

Michael D. Schafer

© May 28, 2019