Lead (an acrostic poem)

 

Losing herself in the contest

Everything slowed down

Allowing her to leap out ahead

Destroying the rest of her competition

Best (an acrostic Poem)

Blue ribbon winning was a bit of an addiction

Eunice was fully and completely addicted

So she entered every contest, and won many of them, displaying her trophies

The others she just hung one of her award-winning forgeries

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Turf (an acrostic poem)

The ball tumbled to the ground, forgotten for the moment

Under the garish yellow streetlights the batter still took a swing

Ravaging the Demon’s knife man’s rib cage with a sickening thud

Finally the contest was called on the account of sirens

 

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