Cherish (an acrostic poem)

Cute glass penguins littered Marc’s desk and shelves

He was always fondling the damn things

Even when he was chewing out his employees, like right now

Richard thought about grabbing them all and yelling “Opa!” as he smashed them

It would be such cathartic jubilee

Still he sat there and took all of Marc’s abuse in silence

He knew where the janitor kept her keys.  Tonight he would celebrate!

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