Paint (an acrostic poem)

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Picking the right color is so important to create the correct atmosphere

A shade too dark and it puts people in a somber mood

If its too light they will feel not grounded in the space

Now if you go for a wild color, well that just causes people to go insane

That’s why the world believes in beige, and why I avoid it like the plague.

Rocket (an acrostic poem)

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Racing up through the atmosphere

On a giant plume of flame

Carrying a massive amount of explosive materials

Knowing a single spark in the wrong place could be disastrous

Ending everything in the blink of an eye

That view though, once the blue sky faded, always made it worth it

Tarts (an acrostic poem)

The date had gone well till dessert

At that point, her expression soured

Ralph let go of the final pastry

The fact he had not even offered to share made the atmosphere acerbic

So he learned a lesson.  Skip the sweet stuff till the date is done

 

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