Never forget the fella
who sits after M, before O,
without him, my friend, you’d be fried,
all things nice would feel like ice: cold.
Happy sand would be sad,
every band would be bad,
and bananas, like sheep,
simply baaa.
So respect that letter,
just one past halfway,
who keeps windows from being widows,
everywhere, everyday.
Whenever you’re feeling
unsure what to do
Then you know what it’s like
every day to be U
Who starts out one way
then turns ‘round halfway through,
no letter’s less decisive
or, maybe, more confused.
Perhaps U’s resemblance
to a horseshoe
Dragged U through the mud
so U’s ego got bruised.
And if U didn’t have
spare ego to lose,
Then U probably grew sheepish.
Imagine, wouldn’t you?
So if one day self-doubt
jams you up with the blues,
Think how hard it would be
if your mirror showed U.
It marks the spot
From the last it is third
But for x-ray
It starts almost no words.
Expunges
Expires
Examines
Extolls
Elixir, a mixer
Ex post facto.
In both cases it looks the same
Like Cousin C
It’s a cross only not straight up
Like Cousin T.
Explaining
Exerting
Expatriating
Extant, exacting
Exasperating
There’s no alphabet king
No one “Letter Rex”
But in Alphabetowne
There’s no one quite like X
H is a letter that sounds like a word
spelled a-t-c-h-e,
that looks like one rung on the alphabet ladder
that stretches from A to Z.
H can give a lift
even when h is small,
and resembles
a ladderback chair,
So when H appears
Instead of “Ho-hum,”
Think,
“A humble helping hero is here!”
On July 3
We celebrate C,
Among the letters
None is better.
FOR MORE from the Tweed Typewriter’s Twisted Tour of Alphabetowne, click here.
M is the camel of letters
recognizable for its two humps.
Without them both, m would be n,
as in neasles,
conputer,
and nunps.
M comfortably takes on the task
of being the milestone
halfway on the road
through Alphabetowne
‘tween A’s aura and the Z-zone.
And though M sounds like
M starts with an e
– eh-hem –
that isn’t the case.
M is his own man:
A pivotal camel shaped pal
Midway through the race.
DON’T LOOK CLOSE: Look far. And you May just see an M in this iMage from
the Mellow Mushroom, Oak Street, New Orleans. YuMM.
Tweed Typewriter 