Outpost (an acrostic poem)

Outside all was quiet except for that ever-present northern wind

Ugly clouds shouted that something bad was coming

That put Kristoff into an even more foul mood

Pulling duty in such a remote Nordic section of the kingdom was horrible

Observing his youth and career slowly blowing away in this wasteland was worse

So deep he was in his musings that he didn’t hear the twang of the released bowstring

The snow soon covered up the red stain

Office (an acrostic poem)

 

Obviously moving out of his cubicle was kind of a big thing

Furniture could stay though.  Joe was moving on up.

Full boxes piled high, he snaked through the doorway

It felt good to put his stuff on top of his desk

Couldn’t keep the smile off his face when he was able to close the door

Even though this kingdom was small, it was his and only his

 

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