I wrote this for my typography class. We had to research and redesign our assigned letter over six weeks. I couldn't resist a punny opportunity...

 

In ks you forgot 

 

A clog in language

works quietly away

Like the ticks of a clock

Across time and space

 

Fit for a king

At the highest peak

In the deepest sink

Bows the humble k

 

It knocks on the doors

Between different sounds

Little clinks and crinkles

Gentle as silk

Or a racket of

Clunks, clanks, and loud crackles

 

The last letter stuck

at the end of my hook

I must capture its mark

By the end of each week.