Poem by Falon Moran

Abecedary

A:

You’re like a little teepee, with a shelf.

So pointed at the top, at least

The snow or rain will never take over.

B:

A mountain, gone haywire.

Like someone picked you up

From the bottom and stood you

Sideways, how cruel.

C:

A comfy hanging chair,

With lots of pillows,

One I could just sink into.

D:

I just think of that face,

The one everyone makes

Online, the big happy grin

Or the sad pout.

E:

Elephant, E for elephant,

Sitting on your behind.

Two sets of legs, and a trunk.

F:

Reminding me of,

Well me, yes F

Is for Falon

G:

Like a snake curled up,

You curve and split,

Like a snake hunting.

H:

Like a stall,

Where a Horse

Might come poking through.

I:

A hot summer day,

All you need is

A Popsicle, just like I.

J:

A coat should hang

Up upon you, the

Way you curve slightly

It’s like you should be on a wall.

K:

A tree, with a ladder

Standing up into

A tall oak,

Waiting to be climbed.

L:

Like a shelf,

Filled with junk

Holding a life in itself.

M:

A Valley submerged

Between two mountains

A small creek running

Between the peaks.

N:

A poor Z,

That has been tipped

Never to be upright again.

O:

An open mouth,

Or an Owl as it

Hoots through the night.

P:

You look as though

You might topple over,

For your head is rather

One sided and large.

Q:

A blank face,

Make pretend there

Are eyes, yet a long beard

Comes from the chin.

R:

A hidden tree house

In a big tall pine,

Looking down over

A large field down below.

S:

Slithering like a snake,

You curve around

Looking like a deep river

Flowing in its path.

T:

A tall pole

With a nest built

On top to save

Something from the ground.

U:

A deep pocket

Dug into the earth,

A perfect spot to

Grow a garden.

V:

The bottom of

An ice cream cone,

Memories of summer

And warm weather.

W:

A double set

Of ice cream cones,

Perhaps a first date

Or maybe just for one.

X:

A no trespassing

Sign in the dark

Do not pass go

Do not come back again.

Y:

A glass of some sort

Filled to the brim

With liquid,

Ready to drink.

Z:

Z, you puzzle me.

You’re curvy, but with

Sharp corners,

Ready to poke out an eye.