Abecedarion

Lines must start with each letter of the Alphabet

 

Abracadabra, a magical word,

brought forth a Genii from gourd,

 

Beguiling, he said unto me,

ask anything you like, for a fee.

 

Caught up in his smile I went right along,

thinking I can never go wrong.

 

Devil he was under that skin,

he cleverly sucked me right in.

 

Enter a fairy right then and there, 

she said I‘m to see him play fair.

 

Forgive me for thinking I was on a winner,

I should have known they’d eat me for dinner.

 

Given the pair I decided to play,

I’ve regretted it right to this day.

 

He winked his one eye and said make a wish,

I asked for a fish and up came a dish.

 

I’m sorry he said my hearings not good,

please try again, it was stuck in the mud.

 

Just then a young girl came passing by,

I wished for her lips and she heaved a big sigh.

 

Kisses she gave, more than a dozen,

then it turned out she was really my cousin!

 

Look here I said no more of your tricks,

what I would like is to go to the flicks.

 

Make way down there, let this lad through,

I got such a shock to be in a Zoo.

 

Now tigers are ok caged nice and neat,

but not when you might be their meat.

 

Open the cages, I cried mighty loud,

but they thought I was just fun for the crowd.

 

Perhaps he’s a keeper I heard a girl say,

maybe they’ll eat him, for that I would pay.

 

Quite right her father replied,

serve him right for being inside.

 

Right then the Fairy appeared waving her wand,

then mighty quick from the Zoo I was gone.

 

So back to the Genii I asked for some tea,

to my surprise I was right up a tree.

 

There, with birds, I saw I had feathers,

I now could fly high no matter the weather

 

Up and away I flew so high in the sky,

I had not seen an eagle passing me by.

 

Veering down, he swooped upon me,

and scooped me up for his tea.

 

With feathers torn from ear to ear,

I was filled with a dreadful fear.

 

Xmas was coming early for some little chicks,

I would have been better at the Flicks.

 

You’d all be better leaving safely stored,

a mischievous Genii in his gourd.

 

Zany, zany, he may seem to be, but you see,

you may end up served to chicks, like me!