Crisps (an acrostic poem)

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Crunchy chips deliver their payload of salt and carbs

Rallying my taste buds into a feeding frenzy

It becomes an addictive craving that must be met

Soon the bag is consumed, and I look around

People at the grocery store are looking at me weirdly

So what you’re saying is should have waited till I got home?

Pony (an acrostic poem)

 

Purchasing the young horse was his first problem

Oh, and then there was finding a stable for it to live

Not even calculating the costs of feeding, veterinary help, and riding lessons

Yet the look on his six-year-old son’s face made it all worth it

 

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