L was love that broke my heart
M was a morgue where spirits depart
N is nature in every man’s cart
O is an oracle’s fart
P was prayers shot with a flying dart
Q was a queer, how did we get to this part?
R was the rhythm from the very start
S was the sorrow that bore this chart
T was the team that never stood apart
U is the union between soul and art
V is Vera, the one with my heart
W is a woman, are there any better art?
X is the xylophone lying dutifully in a cart
Y was a yarn, she’ll weave and weave her way up the chart
Z was Zedicus Zul Zorander, the world is a really big mart