Professor (an acrostic poem)

Projecting out into the student filled room

Ronald felt the thrill of performing again

Oh the joys of the beginning of the semester

Fresh faces full of hope and promise

Everyone eager to feast upon very utterance

Still Ronald knew that this honeymoon would be short lived

Since he had two homework assignments to give due on day two

Ordinarily that should trouble his inner child

Reality was his inner child moved away from home a long time ago for not paying rent

 

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Cyborg (an acrostic poem)

Couldn’t feel his fingers anymore

Yet it didn’t matter since the ones he flexed weren’t really his

Being part robot did have its uses

Or you could say he was being used because he was the first part robot

Really it didn’t matter.  He was alive and able to hold his son

Giving his human side great joy

 

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