New month; new season; new creative outlet

I had another gentle cycle today. Spent some time in a small churchyard with a notepad and invented something I’m calling ‘Alphabet Poetry:’ It’s like Initialoetry, but you have to start each word using each letter of the alphabet, in order (alphabetical order, surprisingly enough) So it’s always 26 words long, and you can structure them anyway you like.
An example:

A boy called David eats furry grapefruit.
Ha!
I just know life means nothing outside pandemonium.
Queens run Scottish tourism
until Vera’s wonky xylophone yells ‘Zulu!’

Try it. I’m sure you’ll do better than me.

RC 9-3-11