Nest (an acrostic poem)

Nothing like home, that is such a true phrase

Except Bruce considered his house was just a collection of sticks

So it surprised no one when he one day just migrated away and never came back

The pair of swallows that moved in next enjoyed it so much more

Coffee (an acrostic poem)

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Cup of her liquid wakeup was held close to her nose

Olfactory sensors lit up her brain with anticipation

Followed with her stomach preparing for the scalding acidic onslaught

Fluid of the darkest black splashed and sloshed along her tongue

Everything in her mouth screamed as the heat seared her taste buds

Except she considered that her wakeup alarm symphony.  The day could now begin.