Sense (an acrostic poem)

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She smelled easy money in the air

Everyone was all beer, pizza, and Buffalo winged out.

Now she felt it was time for her to execute her plan while they were in the drunken gluttony afterglow

So fellas, listen up. What do you say we have a little side wager on the game?

Everyone agreed. Two hours later she was seen five hundred dollars richer

Cross (an acrostic conversation)

Can I have one of your buns?

Really?  Are you trying to make me mad?

On the contrary.  I am trying to take away your sin.

Sin?  Why is me having these buns a sin?

So I believe the sin in question would be gluttony.  Hand one over and be saved.

 

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Gluttony (an acrostic poem)

Gastronomical wonders coursed through his dreams

Leaving Gary with a sense of contentment

Until the alarm went off announcing the next course

Towering hunks of roasted meat awaited this time

Tempting Gary to push his limits once more

Only ten minutes on the clock for the all you can eat competition

No problem eating eight pounds of meaty goodness

Yet during the competition, he savored not a single morsel