Elephant (an acrostic poem)

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Everything evolved to be so different as he grew older and wiser

Little things became huge, the huge things became so small

Every wrinkle in his face captured memories that witnessed a lifetime

Perhaps his reputation was that of a mild mannered servant

However he had sharp, hard tusks that had seen more than one battle

And he had the girth and stature to use them effectively

Not that most of his adversaries tried, and those that did

They usually ended up being trampled underfoot.

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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