The Little Alphabet Book

For Ryan White

If my name were Ryan White
If I were three months old but bright
I would learn to read and write
While other children fight and bite.

In looking at the gifts I’d get
While I made my diapers wet
You’d know what I would want, I’ll bet.
I would want the alphabet.

I’d hope that some new friend or nurse
Or even stranger, foe or worse
Who with a diaper or a curse
Would bring me letters set in verse.

My name is hardly Ryan White
I’m sixty one; I’m not too bright
Still, I’d rather read and write
When I go to bed at night.

When you make the letter A
It looks a little bit, I’d say
Like a barn with piles of hay
Where donkeys eat; where you can play.

Some say that B when on its side
Are houses where two liars hide.
One’s a liar; one’s a guide
Which of these two liars lied’

C’s a place to put things in
Prizes tiny as a pin
Prizes, small and very thin
You can lose them when you win.

D is sort of half an O.
O is twice a D. D’s grow
To be an O or more; you know
The growth of D’s is very slow.

E’s two shelves to put your toys.
It’s good for girls; not bad for boys.
With E no neighboring kid destroys
Your warlike toys with horrible noise.

F is E without a foot
Or half a tree without a root.
I’ve no idea where someone put
This root stuffed deep beneath the soot.

G’s a C where one can sit
On what is flat, where one can fit
Mutter bitter bits of wit
Write and wonder what you’ve writ.

H has two big lines that go
To your skull and to your toe
Or a house whose roof can grow
Towers that can pierce the snow.

I is just a rope, a word
That you’ve heard and heard and heard
Which I hope you have inferred
Sometimes seems a bit absurd.

J is like a fishing hook
With a curved and sharpened crook
It brings up sunfish from a brook;
It may catch you if you look.

K, well K is K, just K.
It isn’t J; it isn’t A.
What else can I really say’
Take your toys; go out and play.

L’s a children’s easy chair.
Many kids will sit down there
With other monsters, strange and rare
A unicorn, a mouse, a bear.

Can you guess what M would be
If upside down’ Right. You can see
M’s two lines, then a v;
it’s ski lofts where two kids can ski.

When one N, not five or ten
N’s always N, not now and then.
N when upside down is N.
Don’t ask me why or even when.

O is rounded more or less
Like an orange squashed, I guess.
But it you squash an O and press
You’ll press the O into a mess.

P stands upon a single line.
It thinks it’s perfect and divine.
It’s sure the air is rare and fine
And sips its dandelion wine.

Q is always dogged by U
But U is not in love with Q.
This is what these letters do.
I’ve asked them why; they never knew.

R’s a P, with one detail
Unlike a P; it has a tail.
Curving like a little snail.
A P’s an R whose tail’s in jail.

S, though curving like a snake
Whose rattles may make noise and shake
And keep a little kid awake
May be more than a kid can take.

T is like a wooden stool
Where schools once put a silly fool
Now most teachers think it’s cruel
And fools get ice cream as a rule.

U is like a narrow hole
Where one finds a worm or mole.
U’s an endless toilet bowl
Where some people put their soul.

V is like a V but not.
It’s got things no V has got.
It is sharp; it may be hot
And other things, What’ God knows what.

W is a double U
U is one; it’s never two.
It’s not a slew of Us, not Q-
Maybe none of this is true.

X was once a fiery letter
Branded on a crook or debtor
Or was it A’. It doesn’t matter.
Nowadays, we all know better.

Y’s a path that goes two ways.
Both lead to many happy days.
A place were nothing evil stays
And all eat ice cream in the haze.

Z’s an N but on its side
Z’s an N that’s upped and died.
Of all the letters that have tried
Z’s the last one certified.

We call this thing the alphabet.
That’s all the letters you will get.
When merely A to Z’s a bore
We’ll buy more at the letter store!

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