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…”

Vet (an acrostic poem)

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Viewing her time in uniform

Emily wondered what life would have been without serving

Then she had to admit it was the best damn decision she had made

Award (an acrostic conversation)

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“As I give you this certificate of competition, do you have anything to say?”

“What?  Are you saying I won?”

“And why would you think that?  You’re score placed you dead last”

“Right, but I still get a trophy?  You know, for giving it my best shot.”

“Don’t be silly.  Trophies are for winners.  You get a piece of paper with your name misspelled on it.”

Across (an acrostic poem)

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Always there was a distance between them.

Could be living on different coasts, but it wasn’t.

Really it happened even when they were in the same room.

Oh, if they could just figure out a way to cross the gap

Such that all their dreams could come true.

So it was a tragedy when they settled for the next best thing.

Mechanic (an acrostic poem)

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Machine magician, doctor of octane studies, wrench whisperer

Every one of those titles match well with her engine grease pedicure

Changing the blown out head gasket of an Oldsmobile 442

Her wizardry breathed life back into that smoke belching dragon

And by the end it bent to her will, purring with all eight cylinders

Now ready to consume as much blacktop and gasoline as could be reached by the tip of the pedal

It was the masterful application of her sorcery and to celebrate its completion she pushed her mount to the max

Causing twin black streaks as evidence of her passing as she rode the beast into the distance

Replaced (an acrostic poem)

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Reading through the want ads looking for something to do.

Everyone wanted experience, and I haven’t done the time.

Perhaps in the past I would have lied and tried my best.

Learning what I could before I was given my parole.

And applying that knowledge to the next economic sentence.

Can’t believe no matter where I go, there I would chains waiting.

Eventually the robots will come and take all of it away.

Destroying our way of life and setting us free, but to do what?

Star (an acrostic poem)

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Supernova hatred exploded from Jim.

The waves of revulsion swept over Andy, knocking him back a step.

Andy worried about what was left of the man who used to be his best friend.

Realizing that now a black hole was where Jim’s heart used to be.

Menu (an acrostic poem)

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Maybe tonight I’ll just order one of everything.

Everything?  You haven’t even looked at what’s being served tonight.

Not going to worry.  I trust the chef implicitly .

Uncle Maximilian, you’re the best!

Buddy (an acrostic poem)

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Being with you is one of the best things in my life

Under the full moon, with mischief on our minds

Doing deeds we will never talk about unless copious amounts of alcohol are consumed

Determined to make our mark on this world

You know, like the tatts we gave each other

Reward (an acrostic poem)

 

Researching how to solve the problem

Eunice pondered what would be the best method

When she finally decided what she wanted to try

All the things went spectacularly wrong.

Resulting in an amazing learning opportunity

Didn’t realize that this would be her only …

 

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