A Poetic Pinnacle

A Poetic Pinnacle By Franklin Price12/10/2016 A poetic pinnacle I'm trying to attain The thought of it is daunting as it's running through my brain There is no heavy lifting, where I would need a crane I meet it with some humor and never with disdain I hope I am successful that it will entertain Familiarity with many words I will attempt to feign I try it mainly for myself, want nothing else to gain Want new underwear for Christmas, I hope that they are Hanes Further alphabet progression in this poem I will ingrain More difficult than first grade and reading Dick and Jane “K” prevents inclusion, by the wayside it is lain I must leave it lying there my progress to maintain “N” words now evade me and “O” is just a pain This poem is a monorhyme and not a short quatrain Of the letters in the alphabet, only eight remain Hope that I can make it while still remaining sane If you see me spouting gibberish put me on the crazy train That travels to a plane that will fly me to Ukraine Before I arrive I'll comb my hair I'm just a little vain The excitement now of writing this, beginning now to wane “X” and “Y” makes me so hungry, I think I'll eat some Zatarain As you see there were five letters that left me in the rain If you think of real words, let me know, if not, you must refrain