Putting together a list of steps
Looking for any fallacies and fixing them
After all of that was complete, he put his scheme into motion
Nothing went right after that. So much for a good…
Plan (an acrostic poem)
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Scone (an acrostic poem)
Sometimes you need something sweet.
Connie pointed to the orange cranberry pastry and paid for her splurge.
Once seated she dipped it in her coffee and took a bite.
Nothing prepared her for the explosion of signals from her tastebuds.
Everyone in her family preferred biscuits, but she would always be team…
Paint (an acrostic poem)
Putting color onto the canvas brought a smile to his face and chase away his frustrations
As the white disappeared behind his assured strokes, his happiness grew
It was cathartic to brush in his happy little trees standing tall
Nothing could ruin his mood now
This is where all his mistakes were opportunities
Sad (an acrostic poem)
Suddenly the color leached from the world around him
And nothing seemed to make sense
Depression is a bitch
*Not autobiographical
Gears (an acrostic poem)
Getting her teenager to work around the house was always a chore
Every day they would go round and round each other, grinding away
And eventually, it would torque the two of them right off and nothing would get done
Reaching into her emergency chocolate stash she wondered how she could lubricate the situation
She ended up giving them a peace offering from her stash and that allowed the two of them to switch …
Tint (an acrostic poem)
The color never seemed to matter to Jeff
If you wanted to make it fluorescent orange and lime green, he was cool with it
Nothing seemed to phase the man
That’s when I figured out the dude was extremely color blind
Split (an acrostic poem)
So they planned to divide the bounty equally once they opened this chest
Pirates they may be, but they didn’t try to screw each other over, usually
Lust for gold was tempered by what the others would do if they found out
It surprised them all when they opened the chest, and nothing was there.
That’s when the guns and swords came out…
Buggy (an acrostic poem)
Bounding the dunes without a care in the world
Under the glittering stars high above
Giving a middle finger to the rest of the jealous, stressful world
Going to do this forever and nothing was going to stop me
Yet that’s when the car’s computer crashed and left me stranded on the God-forsaken beach all alone
Agent (an acrostic poem)
All the queen’s men stood tall; heads bowed low
Giving respect for the pine box being carried between them
Every eye was dry, but their hearts wept with each beat
Nothing was more important than being there to respect their fallen comrade
Then they would go out into the world and exact revenge
Million (an acrostic poem)
Making money used to be her main focus
If she didn’t add something to her banking account, she felt it was wasting her time
Leaving her weighing her friendships against the gold she was not making
Losing out on experiences due to hoarding time to use to make her stash dragonesque in scope
It took someone asking her what she was going to do when she finally had seven figures saved
Oh, she could let loose and buy some things, go on a dream vacation, or have an awesome party
Nothing would buy the memories and experiences she missed, that was her true accounting
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