Grill (an acrostic poem)

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Good char slowly developed on the wieners

Releasing their juices to drip onto the hungry flames below

It made a pleasing aroma to those gathered around

Leaving them to contemplate the communal feast they were about to partake

Loving the dog days of summer

Snack (an acrostic poem)

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She was so hungry.  It had been way too long

Now she had lots of opportunities to do something about it

And she sampled a few of the wares offered to her, but none had hit the spot

Candy for the eye almost always left her unsatisfied

Knowing all that, she was still willing to give him a try.  She was in the mood for at least a…

Woods (an acrostic “groanversation”)

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Where be the trees?  I cannot see them because of this forest!”

Oy vey!  I should have known you would branch down that path.”

Okay, I see your timber, but don’t worry.  I’m not going to leaf you there.”

Don’t go farther.  My bark is worst than my bite and I am getting pretty hungry.”

So I shouldn’t tell you about how thicket’s getting around here?”

Library (an acrostic poem)

 

Legions of words were peppered among the many shelves

It left the heady scent of knowledge permeating the air

Bracing herself, she picked up the first tome she saw

Reading the contents left her hungry for more

And so she consumed another, and then another.  She kept going

Ravaging the stacks, never feeling sated

Yet the feast did not disappoint

 

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Slick (an acrostic poem)

 

Sliding along life, day by day

Looking for where his next grift would be

It kept things interesting.

Could be he’d hit it big or go hungry

Knowing would be boring, more fun to keep on sliding

 

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Bill (an acrostic poem)

But he didn’t have the money to pay

It made him feel really bad, but he had been so hungry

Leaving the slip on the table with an “I’m sorry” note

Larry couldn’t really enjoy his first meal in three days as he ran away

 

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Snack Free (an acrostic poem)

Soooooo hungry

Nibbling on fresh air

And that was not satisfying

Craving sustenance

Knowing nothing was coming

 

Finding willpower

Reaching for a cup of tea

Everything will be okay

Even if his stomach disagreed

 

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Ramen (Flash Fiction)

The ramen slowly softened in the bubbling water while Mandy watched.  She knew she should eat, but she wasn’t hungry.

“Hey Mandy, watcha doing?”

Mandy smiled a sad smile and shook her head.  “Making some food.”

Kristofer came over and joined her staring at the dancing noodles.  “Can I have some?”

“You can have all of it.  I was just thinking I didn’t want it anymore.”

Kristofer looked at her face, but Mandy kept her vision focused on the noodles. “Really, you can take it.”  She ripped open the flavor packet and dropped its contents into the pot, staining the water a turmeric yellow.  The promise of salty goodness bloomed in the air, and Mandy gave herself a little hug.

Kristofer grabbed a bowl and came back to the pot.  “Do you think it’s done?”

Mandy stirred the soup, watching how the noodles tried to entangle themselves around the spoon, but Mandy was too fast for them.  She was able to navigate those waters without any attachment.  “Yep.  It’s done.”  She picked the pot up by its handle and expertly poured the steaming liquid into the proffered bowl.  “Enjoy.”

Kristofer took the bowl and was soon slurping the contents.  “Are you sure you don’t want some?” he asked while chewing.

Mandy finally looked him in the eyes, allowing her to ignore his mouth and her stomach.  “Nope.  I’ll be fine.  It’s all good.”

 

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Corrosive (an acrostic poem)

Corey focused on the small details

Outside the customers waited restlessly

Removing the grease traps he noted debris

Replacing them, he made a tisk tisk noise

Obviously this place didn’t take cleanliness seriously

Still, he wasn’t done.  Next up was the walk in cooler

Inside he found the far corner was two degrees below optimal

Variances might be allowed by some people, but Corey wasn’t some people

Eventually the customers went home hungry