Bad Boy!

Bite the Bullet, Billy Boy,
Don't be a bloody, bashful boy,
Bloated with big, unBewailed blunders
Bemoan your badness, though mother thunders.

A Poem Upon the Letter "A"

As an arrow arcs at an ashen target,
That awaits the attenuating of its life
An Albino Asteroid, named Abby Margaret
Atomizes ale casks in awesome strife.

All the able Albanian allies
Are all afilled with awestruck anger
As they see a life leave, not dally
And the Asteroid anti-fill all the tankards.

Alphabet Poetry

I would like to do a poetic series on the Alphabet. Here's some to get you started

Drowning

When one whiffling wind wends its way
Through windpipe within wilted neck
Withered under wild whim
Of white and willful water-death
Then we work out why we wish
When death-wilderness will win in while
To wrap our writing hand around
Whate’r, with unwavering will.

You may have thought that was a little immoderate. Well, it gives pleasure, doesn't it? And non-sinful pleasure is a legitimate end of a human activity. Here's another:

Grammatically correct Nonsense.

Questing Axle’s zithering Baxter
Zooms towards quorums in zany tracker.
For waxing quorums’ zillion flaxes
Is what Baxter quells for Maxes.