Spicy (an acrostic poem)

Spencer looked out over the myriad of restaurants in front of him

Penelope wanted him to mix it up and get out of this rut

Instead his eyes kept gravitating to Mel’s Diner, his usual hangout

Clearly he was going to give in, no matter what Penelope said

Yet he promised himself he would try the curry duck as he patted his antacids.

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