Ac(k)

I saw some blue racking And then started racking My brains – what it was for For stacking… Or packing… Thus this poem was born

I’ve found no lack Of words ending ac(k) I’m going to whack Out some back-to-back

One day I did pack In my big rucksack A very large snack Including flapjack

I put on my mac Headed for the track Where I tried to hack To find me a yak

But now to change tack…

An insomniac Of sleep has a lack Hypochondriac Goes to see the quack

Trouble cardiac Could mean heart attack And could your teeth crack From really bad plaque?

Or clickety clack Goes train on the track There’s a man in black Must be a hijack

Please don’t give me flack As I did not slack From making a knack Of rhyming with ac(k)