Rum (an acrostic poem)

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Reaching for the bottle and pouring out a healthy shot

Under the full moon on a tropical beach

Maybe this summons the spirit of a legendary pirate, or at least a wannabe one who can dance

Noodle (an acrostic poem)

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Needing to think, he began to walk

Oblivious to his surroundings, focused on the problem at hand

Only issue was that the lack of focus on location added to the conundrum

Deliberating and musing everything over and over again

Left him standing on the train tracks not noticing the train when he finally solved it

Even as the light faded from his eyes, he smiled knowing how many lashes it would take with a wet…

Boil (an acrostic poem)

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Being forced to sit and listen to their inane chatter almost made steam come out of her ears

Of all the places on Earth she could be, here she was wanting to scream for release

It took all her self-control not to just explode

Looking at her face, though, you could see her face turn a brighter red than a lobster left too long at a…

Monks (an acrostic poem)

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Monastery life was not for him.

Orders were like frats in his book, and he had had enough of them in college.

Now instead of hazing, there were vows of silence and all these prayer times.

Knowing he would get three square meals a day made it all worthwhile, though.

So he signed on the dotted line.  Wait till they found out he was an atheist.

Posh (an acrostic poem)

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Port slipped between his lips and played among his tastebuds

Out of a mere cask of oak and grapes came such complexity and contrast

Starboard tasted of sunkissed raspberries while the left side of his tongue sampled chocolate

Home might be where the love is, but for him, he wished to reside in this moment

Drunk (an acrostic poem)

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Didn’t have hardly a sip of whiskey

Really laid off blasting through the margaritas

Ugly number of Jagermeister shots were avoided

No domestic beers were consumed

Know your limits! Too bad he drank all the rest…

Crisp (an acrostic poem)

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Crunchy salty goodness played footsies with his tongue

Relishing in the dulcet bass tones with each bite

It made getting his fingers greasy so worth it

Still he wiped his hands on his pants before grabbing his Coke

Putting slick hands on a wet can could mean instead of drinking it he would be wearing it

Kick (an acrostic poem)

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Keeping his mouth’s pain level in mind, he put more hot sauce on the chicken

Its deep red color promising pleasure mixed with the pain

Cramming a huge bite into his mouth, he felt his hair begin to seat

Knowing his stomach would be further wrecked with the moonshine chaser that followed.

Tart (an acrostic poem)

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The sour taste in his mouth made him spit

All he had to rinse it out was more bitterness

Reaching for a lemon sounded sweeter than what he was experiencing

That’s why it even surprised him when he told his wife, “This is delicious, dear”.