For those new followers that I have, after a writing class I decided in July last year, I decided to embark on a blog challenge series of writing some vaguely interesting short passage of alliteration for each letter of the alphabet. Here’s the next in the series.
This time it’s more a case of consonance than alliteration, because it’s very hard to find a lot of words beginning with X.
Excuse my anxiety, and let me explain. I exile myself from the galaxy that is Oxford, for my excursions are vexed with the poxy lexicon of the locals. Their exploits do not exclude exclaiming about my buxom sex. Indeed they excrete inexcellent verbal toxins as irritating as klaxons. No! I am fixed, and you cannot coax me outside through hoax or temptation. Without exception.
As always, comments and critiques are most welcome.