Today, I felt compelled to write a sequence poem. Sequence poems use every letter in the alphabet in sequence. I find them very fun! You should try one, too. They rarely make sense, but they’re always entertaining in the end!
A brilliant communist died erroneously from gonorrhea.
He injured justices, kidnapped losers, murdered numbers of people quizzing residents sometimes.
Today Ulysses vaulted with xanthous-yew zebras.