Cocktails (an acrostic poem)

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Can’t figure out which flavor of Daquiri she wanted

Of course there was the Classic Martini, or one of a hundred permutations

Can’t forget the Old Fashioned, but she thought she wanted something newer

Kicking back a Whiskey Sour might put a nice pucker on her lips

Though maybe some bubbles with a Moscow Mule

Ah, or going tropical and hit up a Mai Tai

If not perhaps a Sloe Gin Fizz would hit the nostalgic spot, but not tonight

Leading her to decide on a Rum and Coke since sometimes simple is better

She was sad when her drink disappeared after she misplaced it moments later.

Slippery (an acrostic poem)

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Soapy bubbles covering his body he dropped his soap by his feet

Leaning down to retrieve it, he took a small step.

It left him unbalanced, he reached out to stop the fall, but down he went

Pulling the shower curtain down with him

Putting him on the floor, underneath the curtain, with the shower still on

Everyone rushed to the bathroom and saw him there sprawled on the floor

Reaching for the toilet, he levered himself into a sitting position

Yielding him a standing ovation from his roommates and a ten from the Russian judge

Float (an acrostic poem)

 

Falling below the surface of the water

Looking back at the border between the liquid and gaseous states

Opening my mouth, bubbles race away to freedom

As I continue to sink deeper

There I found my value of buoyancy

 

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Bath (an acrostic poem)

 

Bubbles piled high upon the water

As she slipped underneath the water’s surface

The hot water became intimate, kissing her whole body

Her need to breathe forced her to surface, but she still felt the love

 

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Glass (an acrostic poem)

Going to shatter expectations

Looking through the possibilities

As if they were bubbles of beer foam

Smashing them back and feeling the hoppy burn

Soon it helped bring things into focus

 

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Bubbles (an acrostic poem)

Being the center of the party meant Jess set the heartbeat as she sipped her champaigne

Until hers skipped a beat as Chad entered the room

Breaking down the man with her million dollar smile

Backing him into a far wall

Licking her lips

Enticing him with her eyes

Screaming his name when the ball hit midnight

 

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Beer (an acrostic poem)

Ben stared at his empty glass and sighed

Even though he wanted another, he resisted the urge

Entire eternities passed as he watched the final few leftover foam bubbles pop

Resolve evaporated with that last bubble, and Ben called for another

Bubble Blood Bath (100 word story)

Cascading bubbles filled the air, popping on the unsuspecting fools below.  They might scream for a minute or two while the hydrofluoric acid burned through their skull, but those cries are like a symphony to me.  No matter what happens from here on out I will go down in history.  I just hope that when I drink my bubble solution that I burn away before the bullets do their damage.  I must purge this mortal body of the pain and agony the world and those fools below beset on me.  And to think, people are dying for a bubble bath.