In the Alphabetic Hall of Fame,
Some letters are the stars:
They stand for grades and acronyms,
With curls and dots and bars.
But I would like to celebrate
A letter oft ignored,
And demonstrate its merit
To the disrespectful hoard.
The letter I would nominate
For signatory fame,
Comes near the end of ABC’s,
And “X” would be its name.
You’ve heard about the struggles,
And battles of the sexes,
But I am here to sing the praise
Of humble little X’s.
You know the ones that gave you grief
In Algebra at school.
“Unknowns” they called them way back then;
To solve them was the rule.
One X could mean you got it wrong,
Two X’s, my oh my!
Three X’s, though, was oft forbade,
And I think that you know why!
And then in college we drank beer
From Mexico, they say.
And then one X was not enough,
Dos Equis ruled the day.
Divorces then began to rise,
As marriage went awry.
Then “exes” had a different slant,
For many a gal and guy!
The X of Xmas was not bad,
To some folk though it seemed.
For Greek X, Chi, referred to Christ,
Whose birth the world redeemed.
And when a string of X’s
Are paired up with some O’s,
It stands for hugs and kisses,
To thrill you to your toes!
But many days have added fame,
Our little guy to please;
St. Pius “X” and Malcolm “X”
X Games and XKE’s.
Madam X was quite a bomb,
And X Games curled your hair.
In history class we learned about
The XYZ affair.
Now don’t dare get “X” cited,
As England ponders BreXit.
But I “X”pect you’ve had enough:
It’s time for me to “X”it!
So give a cheer for X’s,
Their meanings make life clear.
They may not be the A team—
But their worth is just as dear.