Shirts (an acrostic poem)


Sometimes they just contemplated their closet

Here were so many choices of things to wear

It boggled their mind how they had so much and yet nothing at the same time

Realizing that they should just get rid of most of it, but what would they keep?

That’s when they gave up and just wore what they wore yesterday

Since it didn’t smell yet



Shark (an acrostic poem)

So many teeth can be quite scary

Hell, they can even be part of a tornado

And if Hollywood can make a buck off of them

Really should you expect anything else

Keep the faith, fish are friends and not food.