Letter Getter, Featuring the Alphabet in Sing-Song
Almost every American schoolchild learns the alphabet in sequence via a sing-songy thing which ends–nowadays–with “Now I know my ABCs/Next time won’t you sing with me?” (In my day, it was “Now I know my ABCs/Mommy, aren’t you proud of me?” I’m guessing the Alphabet Teaching Powers That Be determined that gender specificity for the end tag was too Mommifying.)
This page came to its septuple-acrostic form because after I decided to acrosticize “Letter Getter” the question “WHICH letters?” naturally came up. “ALL of them” was the natural answer. I have a strong feeling that I am the first person to present the alphabet in the same letter-grouping as the childhood song (when viewed as columns) in a quintuple-acrostic segment of a septuple-acrostic array. (I have a stronger feeling that a Hill of Beans is more valuable, and more nourishing.)
This array is sufficiently Procrustean as to challenge internal meaningfulness. Behold the words, without their acrostic emphasis:
Less apprenticeship for THUGS–quiescently we beg
Egoed Bums jk us; if we squawk then we renege
Trade yr old CDs for link–reserve your flexy tat
Telemarketers harumph & praise your sexy fat
E-Z, friend–I know a Goddess–curvy & azure
Righteous/graceful–pops–but to bereave a grizzly? Grr
Meter’s pretty good, rhyme OK, but the content is both like a dilirium dream and an opera singer not quite hitting the high note–or so it seems at first blush (it is only a few hours old).
This is not my first foray into sequential alphabetization. I leave you with this sonnet, done over four years ago, with the single acrostic “Alphabet Soup” and managing to get A through Z in order by the final couplet. Cheers!


I need to learn more about “quintuple-acrostic segment of a septuple-acrostic array” and Procrustean stuff.
I really like the layout and the rhythm and movement of the emphasized alphabet in the older one.
Thanks, Donald. The fewer limitations of the older acrostic made for more liquidity, if less challenge.
I am sure you know, but for those who don’t: Procrustes was a mythical bad man whose bed fit everyone afte he was done stretching the too-short ones and “trimming” the too-tall ones. The Procrustean concept has entered colloquy with the assertion “I’ll MAKE it fit…”