Punch (an acrostic poem)

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Pushing lead to shoving that escalated from there

Until both idiots were doing a full on scuffle

Now normally I would call for the police to put an end to the altercation

Couldn’t this time, though, since they were two off duty boys in blue

How they explained the black eyes on Monday was going to be interesting

Empty (an acrostic poem)

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Everything felt numb inside

Making him crave something, anything to fill that void

Pushing him to do crazier and crazier things

Though nothing seemed to help

Yet it did lead him to believe he was broken

Cookie (an acrostic poem)

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Chocolate chips, brown sugar, vanilla extract play lead guitar

Oh, and all the stuff that gives it structure like a good back beat

Organize the lumps of raw dough on a baking sheet

Keeping good social distance between them

Igniting the oven and bringing it to temp so this party can get started

Everything comes out ooey, gooey, and so bad for you.  Yum!

For the recipe of the above pictured cookies go to: https://sallysbakingaddiction.com/giant-chocolate-chip-cookies/

(I have not tried them yet, but they look awesome!)

Intrigue (an acrostic poem) part 4

It didn’t make Mike happy that he killed that poor woman

No, that wasn’t right.  He did it because of that damn blackmail note

There was no way he was going to let his blackmailer get away with it though

Reviewing hours of video was something he used to do as a private eye

It wasn’t his favorite part of a horrible job, but he was good at it

Grabbing his coffee he slowed down the frames

Unable to believe what he was seeing he checked it fifteen times

Everything finally made sense, and he had his lead

 

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