Alliteration feels like a discarded art nowadays, a once common craft gone rusty from spare use, its bold bellicose bombast a meager memory. It may be said the practice was always a crude ploy, cheap tricks piled on to distract from lackluster craft, but it's a fine thing to see when used proper. There's a celebration in it of language, flaunting the simple tools we use in common talk, making it a mite more savory to the taste.