Scents (an acrostic poem)

Something really smelled bad

Christine plugged her nose and entered her daughter Fiona’s room

Every piece of clothing had somehow escaped her closet and found its way to the floor

Not going to find the source of the stink in that mess she just closed the door

That’s why, when Fiona was told she had to clean before doing anything else…

She said, “That stinks!”  No truer words were spoken.

 

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Corrosive (an acrostic poem)

Corey focused on the small details

Outside the customers waited restlessly

Removing the grease traps he noted debris

Replacing them, he made a tisk tisk noise

Obviously this place didn’t take cleanliness seriously

Still, he wasn’t done.  Next up was the walk in cooler

Inside he found the far corner was two degrees below optimal

Variances might be allowed by some people, but Corey wasn’t some people

Eventually the customers went home hungry