Me, Myself, and I (an acrostic poem)

Managing her many different roles

Eve wondered who she was at times

 

Maybe that’s why she was elbows deep in bows

Yearning for a hot toddy and hot daddy who wrapped her up

She could get behind the role of seductress right now, but…

Eve pulled out more tape, folded, attached

Looking at her handiwork she sighed

Fricked it up pretty good she thought.  She wasn’t a crafty, that’s for sure

 

As if on cue little footsteps began to scamper down the stairs

Now mommy mode kicked in with a dash of caught politician

Determined to stonewall the sleep-deprived toddler

 

If she just didn’t need to be so complicated…

 

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Blend (an acrostic poem)

Black beans poured out of the roaster, their scent filling the small room

Looking at her handiwork, Livia scooped up a sample

Every bean was slightly cracked and glistened with flavorful oils

Now that she was done, it was time for her to get a drink

Doing this kind of work usually made her thirsty for some reason

 

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