In Competition No. 3144 you were invited to submit a poem, six lines at most, containing all the letters of the alphabet.

Some of the more technical challenges in the past have prompted howls of protest; under the circumstances, I decided not to make this one too taxing. Max Ross speaks, I am sure, for many:

Crazily quizzical, anagrammatical,
Fiendishly taxing they drove compers wild,
Almost undoable, don’t-have-a-clueable
Thankfully this one’s just pleasantly mild.