Chop (an acrostic poem)

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Cutting wood and working up a sweat

He fell into a rhythm that made the job almost pleasurable

Only his hands, his back, and his arms would claim otherwise

Perhaps it wasn’t pleasurable at all

Cork (an acrostic conversation)

“Can I borrow your saber for a second?”

“Okay, first I don’t own a saber. Second, why?”

“Really want to open this bottle of champagne.”

“Know what, let’s go buy one. I want to see if you succeed or chop your hand off.”