Alouette, behold: common denizens of Earth
Follow ghouls heartily into jealous, keening love.
My nebulous old pantomime quickly returns,
So trite, unlike vous, for whom it exhausts oracles.
postscript
A loose abecedarian. Loose because I didn't count prepositions, used French, and ignored the Z in favor of the last letter of the Greek alphabet, Omega. Because I wanted to. Day four of NaPoWriMo.