Always begging
Constantly digging
ever
for grace
Heaving infinite joys
Keeping level
mastering nuance
offering penance.
Quickly running
scared
Twists untangle
voluntarily.
Whittling xoanon,
yesterday’s
Zest.

This poem is crap. Sorry about the X word. That’s part of what makes this exercise fun. It’s  also part of what makes it sound silly and stupid. The word looks so foreign, so alien, so out of place, but X is what comes after W, and that word looks like I’m trying too hard, but there are far worse words. I don’t dislike X words; they’re just unusual, and maybe they make me a little … xenophobic.

Oh.

If this is your idea of fun, you should give this a try. 26 words, one for each letter of the alphabet, in order.

Go.

ETA: The D word. Not as clumsy as X. Thanks, Andrew.