Xander the xenophobic xenophile
Xenon-filled, his Xanax vial
Xander's x-ray vision, exquisite
Xenon-gas-filled, Xander's Xylophone emits
Xander's Xylophone, the center of his world
Xeriscaping, his yard is now a desert, he hurled
Xerox copies, of his Xylophone notes
Xerarch soil, where nothing grows and nothing floats
Xanthophyll, in Xander's smoothie
Xeno-antigen, causing Xander's woozy
Xenial greetings, Xander, not so much
Xenophobia, he would use as his crutch
Xenophobic, but a xenophile at heart
Xander's xenodochy, set him apart
Xiphoid process, his only weakness
Xenogeny, his love of uniqueness
Xenial or xenophobic, it's hard to say
Xander's X-factor, on display
Xenogenesis, his fate unknown
Xander's Xylophone, his only throne.
About the Creator
R.Freya
Poetry is my soul's language, and I wield words like a paintbrush. From heartbreak to hope, I capture emotions and spin them into verse.
Comments (1)
You picked a tough letter. Xcellent