Soul (an acrostic poem)

Sounds escaped the sax that built a castle of blue ice

Over that the horns mourned the loss of innocence

Until the drums came in, then picked up the tempo

Letting everything melt into an ecstasy of melody

 

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Mushroom (an acrostic poem)

Mario just came in and trounced the place

Usually we lizards get blamed, but really it was that damn plumber

Smashing blocks, killing pour turtles

He didn’t leave a single living thing alone

Risking everything I kept confronting the man

Obviously I can be a bit intimidating since I am a large dude

Ordinarily I am used to getting my way

Maybe if the princess wasn’t in a different castle though…

 

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