Exploring the A's
One aberrant day, one markedly different than the norm,
I had an aberration, a change from my usual form.
I abetted an evildoer, encouraging him to do wrong.
I held not his plan in abeyance, or suspension for very long.
Abjuring my scruples, I renounced my reservation.
To be done, I needed a cleansing, some divine ablution.
I needed to abrogate my feeling, to void my new qualms.
I needed to retreat for fear of arrest, even to abscond.
Being abstemious did no good, that strange self denial.
Abstruse I was, hard to understand according to the jaded Lyle.
Abut were my pursuers, not adjacent on my tracks.
When caught I acceded, agreed to give them back their wax.