Tiny (an acrostic poem)

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There was just a little more to do, he was sure of that

It shouldn’t take long, but that was the same thing he said three hours ago

Now he was still in his chair staring at the computer monitor, wondering how to kill all the bugs

You would think it was a gargantuan task, but he liked his job and to him it was…

Festival (an acrostic poem)

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Feasting on some tasty thigh meat

Ernie thought this celebration during Yuletide was the best

As there were so many yummy dishes to choose from

The more unusual the better, of course, to a gastronome like himself

It was for this particular moment that he wrote that silly repetitious song so long ago

Vivid imagery that was in the song focused on each of the dozen dishes that he now partook

And it always made him laugh when he crossed the Veil and heard one of the meat sacks sing it

Lifting another hunk of milkmaid on top of his piece drummer, he hummed “five golden rings…”