A Poem I Did Not See Coming

I make a list of A words; thinking an alliterative poem would do today. A cobra falls from the sky and lands in my hair with a big “hooray!” A talking snake; just my unique daily kind of luck, I think. The cobra says “Hi, my name is Lady Godiva Pink!” Well that is all well and good, but what can I do with it? I am making a list of A words; so I throw a fit. I want to get on with alliteration, and I have my poem in mind. I am tired of getting side tracked by cobras and rattlers of every kind. Why my hair? I ask the cobra. “Why choose me?” I got thrown by a giant in the cloud. He just tossed me away. I am madder than hops now; as mad as a young mother can be. I guess I will have to write the poem I had in mind on another day.