Snack (an acrostic poem)

So what if he was hungry?

No one cared, no matter how much he bitched and moaned

And yet he expected her to do something about it

Couldn’t he tell she was hungry as well, and when she was hungry she became a monster.

Kettle was soon bubbling, releasing yummy smells into the air.  She was gonna eat well tonight, she was!

Fried (an acrostic poem)

Focusing on the bubbling cauldron

Reggie watched the chicken dance

It made his mouth water as the skin tanned

Exactly two minutes later he scooped out his prize

Destroying it with his face

 

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Spicy (an acrostic poem)

She was so hot just sitting there

Piquant personality bubbling out of her

It made his head sweat just thinking of talking to her

Could he handle the heat?

Yet he knew he couldn’t resist the burn

 

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