Kiwi (an acrostic poem)

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Keeping with the weird down under thing

In comes a fruit with hair that tastes kind of like a strawberry with a tropical twist

With a skin that could use a bit of a shave, while that isn’t too freaky

It was the fact you can eat the hairy part that made me shudder

Diet (an acrostic poem)

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Don’t tell me what to eat.

I listen to what my body needs.

Everything in there is a well-oiled machine.

That’s the reason I consume all the French fries I can.

Eat (an acrostic conversation)

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“Exactly what do you want for dinner?”

“Anything that is edible.”

“That means you don’t want me to cook.”

Wheat (an acrostic poem)

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While being gluten free was not the lifestyle she wanted

Her choices were that or get sick as her body destroyed itself

Eventually she would get used to the changes in her diet

And find awesome alternatives to those things she loved to eat

The smell of fresh baked bread would always bring a tear to her eye

Crawl (an acrostic poem)

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Can’t believe that gross internet myth

Really?  You’ll eat a dozen spiders as you sleep over your lifetime?

And to disprove this point I set up a video camera to record me sleeping

Watching the video, and we can see here that…wait, four, five, what the!!!!!!

Love of all that is holy!  I’m going to be…

Jungle (an acrostic poem)

 

.Justice in this place seems to be defined by who can eat whom

Under the veneer of what some call civilization

Now I know how to fight to get what is mine

Given that we could just clearcut this place and set up something better

Looks like we are stuck in this humid hell at each other’s throats

Even as we all sing, “Welcome to the …”

 

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Pi Day (an acrostic poem)

Perhaps being irrational is just my style

I keep going around and around

 

Didn’t stop slicing it into pieces

As I stuff as much into my face

You mean it’s a number?  Eat my shorts!

 

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Passion (an acrostic poem)

Putting things in perspective wasn’t usually difficult

Although today Ben was having a real problem with it

See he had his eyes on a certain young lady

She had the cutest little smile that made his breath funny

It made his decision so hard to make

Ordinarily, he would eat his lunch by himself

Now he wanted to ask the lunch lady to eat with him

 

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Snack (an acrostic poem)

Silently my stomach ambushes me

Not giving me a chance to finish making my meal

All I can think of is how much I want to eat something, anything

Candy soon fills my pie hole, ruining my dinner, but still

Killing my hunger dead in its tracks

 

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Imagine (an acrostic poem)

If it could be true, then make it happen

Magic is real, and it comes from caring to do the best

All you do does make a difference, you just have to believe

Giving a smile, a hug, a bite to eat, a supportive shoulder, an open ear

It can provide light in a world that focuses on darkness

Never underestimate what impact you can have in the world

Envision a better world because of you