Scrape (an acrostic poem)

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She scooped out the contents of her soon-to-be jack-o-lantern

Copious amounts of sticky wet goop went plop as it was deposited into the garbage

Releasing a scent that wasn’t as fowl as she had anticipated as the knife cleaned the sides

After a bit more grunt work, the task was finished

Putting her candle inside, the glow from the eyes and mouth gave the room a ghoulish glow

Emmet said he never used his head, so she was happy to use it for him

Touched (an acrostic poem)

Taking a chance, Mary sneaked close to Clyde

Oblivious to her hovering, Clyde continued to play his video game

Unable to resist, May moved even closer, invading his personal space

Clyde acknowledged her existence with a grunt

His eyes went wide though as he met his electronic demise

Eyes met, and Mary realized she had crossed a line

Drawing up to her full height, Mary walked away.  Clyde smiled and followed

 

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