Lunch (an acrostic poem)

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Looking at her plate, she wondered how she had gotten here

Under the fluorescent yellow liquid cheese, a treasure trove of textures and flavors existed

Now her stomach rumbled in anticipation of the excavation ahead

Crunching a loaded tortilla chip, her tastebuds danced to the symphony of tastes

Hefting her beer and taking a swig, she smiled loving her little bit of heaven

Fruits (an acrostic conversation)

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“Focus on the cornucopia of sweetness in front of you”

“Really dude?  It’s like oranges, bananas, and like coconuts.”

“Unless you learn to see the totality of sweet vitamins and minerals you will be lost in carbs”

“Isn’t that stuff loaded with carbs?  Like, that’s why it’s sweet, dude.”

“That may be true.  Can I interest you in a zucchini?”

“Stay far away from me with that thing.  You might poke an eye out.”