52: Alliteraton Always Ascends

The prompt is to write about the "fickle finger of Fate." I'm old enough not to be able to hear that phrase without thinking of Rowan and Martin's Laugh-In and their Flying Fickle Finger of Fate Award. This is something different.

Aria-averse Americans barely believe bohemians can confidently compose dreamy drum duets. 

Edgy experts esteem Fate's fickle finger, giving generous goodies.

Happy, healthy hedgehogs ignore icky iguanas just jumping joyfully.

Killer kitchen kittens love lapping low-fat milk, merrily mewing.

Nobody's nose notices other odorous oafs playing painful pranks.

Quintessential queens quickly rock righteous roadies, sweetly strumming sitars through tiny theaters.

Undertakers usually use very vibrant vacuums while watering willows. 

Xavier xeroxes X-rated yellow yucky yearbooks, zeroing zealous zebras. 

 

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