We wend wistfully within wheat’s welcome warmth,
Working of nature arrayed in amber waves.
Simply stated, Sam, silage sustains cows. . .
Fat-free fare from fragrant friends, one of our faves.

Alliteration, alliteration
I’m making, my mates,
Some sad situation.

Eagles easily elongate wide wings,
Thrusted thus through
Avian aerobatics. . .aerie.
Fluid, flowing, fluxless, flap-free flight
Altitude, attitude, amplitude, apogee.

Alliteration, alliteration
I’m making, my mates,
Some sad situation.

Tomorrow, Tom, twosome tethered together?
Nix, niggling neo-nerd, never, nein, non, nay;
That thought thrills not, thanks, though, Thomas; therefore, “thou”’s—
An Amish address am I athwart; away
Ambles alliteration; ain’t an assonant day.

Weary, I wend away,
Thomas, ta-ta, touché,
Ass’nonce another day.