Pony (an acrostic poem)

 

Purchasing the young horse was his first problem

Oh, and then there was finding a stable for it to live

Not even calculating the costs of feeding, veterinary help, and riding lessons

Yet the look on his six-year-old son’s face made it all worth it

 

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Checkmate (an acrostic poem)

Calculating the best move

He pointed his wingman to move in

Everything seemed perfect about her

Cascading red hair framing her heavenly pale face

Knowing her friend was fully engaged by his man, it was now show time

Moving in for the kill he broke out his fifty million dollar smile

Asking her what was her drink of choice

Too bad she pointed out she was the designated driver

Even though she held a gin and tonic in her hand