A 2016 Alphabet
A is an Alphabet herewith submitted.
B is for Brexit. I’m still stunned! England quitted!
C is for Clinton, and Ceilings unshattered
D: Donald’s Dissemblings. None of which mattered.
E is for Email and servers. Tormented!
F is Fake News. Like the truth. Just invented.
G is Gene Wilder. May he rest someplace shady.
H, Florence Henderson. Adieu, Mrs. Brady.
I admit that this year had me sobbing a lot.
But J! Juno spacecraft! In the giant red spot!
Kim Kardashian, mugged. Man, is anyone safe?
L, Lincoln Chafee. Dude, Feel the Chafe!
M is Frau Merkel. Du bist Dynamit!
N, Dylan’s Nobel. Genius, sure. Is it lit?
O is Obama. Even now, I’m enraptured.
P is for Pokemon Go. We’ve been captured.
Q is a Question: Does “alt-right” just mean “racist?”
R are the Rolling Stones. Who needs a bassist?
S is for Snape. Alan R., I feel bad.
T are those Tweets. No press conferences? “Sad!”
Underground Railroad: a book writ in pen.
V is an author, one Viet Than Nguyen
W’s Woke: Social justice defenders!
X is for X-men, both film and transgenders.
Y is for You. You know who you are.
Z is for Ziggy, who played the guitar.
Accursed ’16! With its mind-numbing ache!
Mostly it sucked! Finally nailed with a stake!
Now we walk to the future, both hopeful and blue.
So love to you, readers. Great joy in the new.