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All the time alliteration appears awkwardly,
Blunderingly, blusteringly and bewilderingly, I
Could calmly call it queer,
Despite desperate designs of
Enigmatically enthusiastic poets,
Fumbling in a funny fashion
Ghastly and goofily, to include it in their poems.

However, happy help happens here, at hand,
I - of course - indicate I'm here, I
Jestingly and jovially jump in, jubilating; --
Kingly mastership have I, of
Limericks: leaning lightly ever so slightly, on the door post,
Mustering my muse, mightily moving imaginary mountains,
Never needing anything more than my pen.

Originally fine oratory was destroyed, ostentatiously,
Pitifully, by pilfering people who perverted speech.
Quite a shame Queen's English is no longer spake.
Right or wrong, i wring my hands,
Saying sulkily:
The language hath taken time to fall,
Under stressed is the reason for it all.

Verily, the reason for vastly poor alliteration,
Would un-wonderingly be what i would call will.
X has marked the spot:
Yet - now i yawn, tired, yearning for this to finish, and:
Zzzzz.
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(c) D.Jason 2005.
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