Ode to the Letter G

The letter G is elegant
A green-eyed gentleman,
a cygnet, gliding,
his greatcoat's golden insignia glints.
Imagine: two glances, converge.


The letter G is delightful
Virgins in gauzy garments
gather among fragrant gardenias.
Gazes ascending, an astrological design
signals the night's passage.


The letter G is hungry
A gracious regale of champagne,
grapes, gouda, a baguette.
Indulge in pungent, tangy fragments,
tongues gratified, intrigued.


The letter G is English
Grazing through high grasses
against a zig-zag henge,
the draught horse dodges
village lights edging against his ground.


The letter G is a g-string
The ginger-haired showgirl
greets a surging congregation,
gawking, grasping, groping.
A strange synergy, to glamour's chagrin.


The letter G is enigmatic
A gradual interchange,
or an indigo thought,
imagination rearranges its usage,
guides its flight.