Bust (an acrostic poem)

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Building a tower of luck and lies she raised her bet

Understanding it was all or nothing now

She tapped for a card and held her breath

The dealer flipped a card and smiled sadly

Eggs (an acrostic poem)

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Everyone wants to know who came first

Gonna tell you, I know the true answer.  I wasn’t supposed to say a peep.

Give me a break!  My brain’s not scrambled.  This is no yolk!

So you want to bust my shell? Then I’m not telling you, so keep your nosey beak to yourself!

Bust (an acrostic poem)

But as all her chips were swept away

Ursula still felt she should have hit

Since she had doubled down

That jack of spades was going to haunt her dreams

 

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