Festival (an acrostic poem)

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Feasting on some tasty thigh meat

Ernie thought this celebration during Yuletide was the best

As there were so many yummy dishes to choose from

The more unusual the better, of course, to a gastronome like himself

It was for this particular moment that he wrote that silly repetitious song so long ago

Vivid imagery that was in the song focused on each of the dozen dishes that he now partook

And it always made him laugh when he crossed the Veil and heard one of the meat sacks sing it

Lifting another hunk of milkmaid on top of his piece drummer, he hummed “five golden rings…”

Sexy Time (an acrostic poem)

She looked out from her bedroom doorway at her new boyfriend

Even now he impressed her by doing the dishes without being asked

Xenial and courteous, he was the consummate gentleman

Yes, he was also hotter than hell, especially as he cleaned

 

The towel she had wrapped around her fell to the ground

It was left behind as she sauntered into the kitchen

Moving up behind him, she turned him around, enjoying his reaction

Eventually the dishes would get finished

 

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