Thrill (an acrostic poem)

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That first time my lips grazed yours

How my world changed forever

Racing hearts beating together

It left me dizzy and short of breath

Let me tell you, I couldn’t wait to do that again

Loving that hit of raw adrenaline

Collect (an acrostic poem)

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Can I please have them all?

Or at least the ones that I don’t have yet?

Let me assure you, I will keep them forever.

Loving the ability to know I have everything.

Except the really really expensive ones.

Can’t afford to get those…. yet.

That will be an acquisition in the future.

Plunger (an acrostic poem)

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Penelope looked at her kids and shook her head

Loving them was usually so easy, even if they were little witches

Until they broke something.  This time it was the toilet

Now she needed to put on her rubber gloves and pull out her weapon of choice

Going into the bathroom, she stopped in her tracks for a second

Everything was covered!

Readying for her weapon, she battled the summoned demon back down the bowl and flushed.

Grill (an acrostic poem)

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Good char slowly developed on the wieners

Releasing their juices to drip onto the hungry flames below

It made a pleasing aroma to those gathered around

Leaving them to contemplate the communal feast they were about to partake

Loving the dog days of summer

Old (an acrostic poem)

 

Obviously, age is just a number counting trips around the sun

Leaving its loving marks on mind and body

Despite our desire for the contrary

 

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Mild (an acrostic poem)

Maybe variety is the spice of life, but

Isaac worried about getting burned

Loving to do the same thing over and over

Delicious blandness that left him fulfilled

 

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Kilt (an acrostic poem)

Knees are not the only things left open to the wind

Iain strike a pose, daring the world to comment

Loving his Scottish roots

Tartan waving bravely in defiance

 

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