K.
The only reply that can provoke the world, as I told.
It’s every woman’s pet peeve.
It’s every man’s bugaboo.
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K.
The only reply that can kill conversations, as I told
It’s gravelling.
That’s it, great colloquies can cease in sec.
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K.
Should we just blue – pencil you from the Alphabet?
Prance from J then L like you don’t exist
Tell me, will you shed tears?
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K.
Should we just expunge you from our twang.
Recce other options to avoid your labyrinthine chi
Tell me, will you mind?
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K.
Don’t worry.
I am with you.
In fact, you bring me so much bliss
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K.
I see that different tale of you.
Avid. Straightforward. Reassuring.
Such brevity, oh so sexy!
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K.
From now on, you’re my beloved
Never taking you as a mere curt reply
And defo, not dubbing you a ne’er-do-well
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K.
You are a gift to the world – not to provoke.
A special zest to every powwow – not to halt.
And my favourite alphabet rune – not to con.
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K.
I am waiting.
Come now or will you ever?
Editor’s Note: No one knows who is K but I would like to honour this alphabet rune.
ian the pedestrian 
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