I sat to write a story and I’d thought it’d be a cinch.
Just write in alphabetical order and make up words in a pinch.
K is my name and I will try to do the best I can.
Looks like this will be harder than I had originally planned.
My way is to make things complicated, go the extra mile.
Never to take the easier path, I’d do this task with style.
Only now I realize that I’ll have to use x, y, and z.
Perhaps that will be hard enough, without rhyming constantly.
Quite foolish of me, to start this way, and now there’s no way out.
Rolling along, for now, but there will be trouble without a doubt.
Soon I’ll break out a dictionary to search for words obscure.
Then I’ll survive the x, y and z and complete this task, for sure!
Understand, this poem may become quite corny at this time.
Verily I say, it’s only because I’m trying to make it rhyme.
Wonder of wonders, could that be a marimba that I hear?
Xylophone music, it may actually be; I get them confused, I fear.
Yesterday I was thinking to use the most awesome word would be nice.
“Zamboni” is the coolest word on earth; it’s the machine that cleans the ice.
Anyway, back to what I was saying, now the hardest part is behind.
But who knew writing alphabetically would leave me feeling so confined?
Can’t blame it on the task; I’m the one who wanted to be a poet.
During this game, I’m trying to stretch my writing; I hope this task shows it.
End is coming soon, with but a quatrain left, and I feel I should say something profound.
Forget what you know sometimes, pay attention to feeling, scent, taste, sight and sound.
Good enough, I suppose, for someone who has a lot left to learn in her life.
Had enough? I hope you enjoyed, but the poem would have been better with a fife…