Saboteurs sabers sacrifice sack clothed

seminarians spouting safe sex.

Sarcastic salacious savage slave masters

spread sickly seeds.

Self-possessed, self-inflicted, self-indulgent,

self-deceptive, self-righteous, self-limiting,

self-knowledge, self-contained succumbs.

Satisfactory satirical salutations seem salient

sometimes.

Sour sappy sapsuckers spit scant school sayings.

Scavengers steal scenes scribbling

scrambled scriptures.

Seeking seclusion senile sensations

safely surface.

Soul saving sermons seeming somewhat

serious someday sour.

Seeing eye dogs don’t serve the sighted among us

or do they?

“T” many ain’t ready for “T” yet,

but I’m hoping and praying that we finally

teach our young the alphabet.

                 T

Tacky tacklers teach tainted theories

to terrified throngs tautologically.

Tapping tarnished tasks tame the

tenaciously toilet trained timorous tiny tikes.

Tatterdemalions tattletale terribly tearful

tawdry tales through teenage terminology.

Test tube testis terminate terse theoretical

thermodynamics.

Thick-skinned thinkers think the third world

trusts them.

Thespians thoughtfully throw thunderbolts toward

threatened thin-skinned thugs.

Time-honored tillers toil timelessly tipping

tongue twisting truths.

Tomorrow’s torch song is best sung today

so that true love can be uncovered.

“U” many ain’t ready for “U” yet,

but I’m hoping and praying that we finally

teach our young the alphabet.