Shout (an acrostic poem)

Standing firm in what he knew he needed to do, oblivious of physical demands

He loudly proclaimed his message of doom to all those that would hear

Obviously ignoring to the snickers and rude comments of the passers-by

Unable to understand why his message did not find fertile soil

The stain on his trousers spoke louder.

 

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Drift (an acrostic poem)

Demands on Freda’s time threatened to swamp her

Really she needed to have some me time

Instead she was here in front of her computer drowning in data

Figures and graphs danced in her head until she decided enough was enough

The squeal of her tires as she floated through the corner was so much better