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!