Being sick is no fun
Looking at your to-do list
And not having the energy needed to check anything off
How much longer till bed?
Blah (an acrostic poem)
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Tone (an acrostic poem)
The music began with a low, moody, ominous bass part.
On screen, lightning played among the far hills.
Nobody seemed to have a plan as to how to stop the zombie invasion.
Except one! She pulled out her phone and that is what cued the Bollywood style dance-off!
Train (an acrostic poem)
To put her mind through the mental pressure cooker
Researching what her next “next” was going to be
All she wanted to do was to level up now
It was her passion, but she realized it was unrealistic
Now she needed to double down on the work. It will all pay off later.
Tempt (an acrostic poem)
There was the dark chocolate truffle right there
Egging him on to consume and enjoy the ephemeral experience
Mustering his willpower, he pushed the candy away
Putting him in touch with its shiny ebony brown exterior, but he got up and walked off
The fact that he licked his fingers as he left was totally not a cave
Tick (an acrostic poem)
The mark denoted a change in status.
It meant that one more thing was off the list.
Culling one more bit of weight from his soul.
Knowing that tomorrow the boss would just add five more.
Yawn (an acrostic poem)
You bore me like no other person
And it’s amazing I can stay awake when we are in the same room
When you open your mouth, my mind shuts off immediately
Now if you weren’t my physics professor, I wouldn’t care…
Cork (an acrostic conversation)
“Can I borrow your saber for a second?”
“Okay, first I don’t own a saber. Second, why?”
“Really want to open this bottle of champagne.”
“Know what, let’s go buy one. I want to see if you succeed or chop your hand off.”
Hair (an acrostic poem)
He rubbed his bald head in frustration
All his follicles had rebelled so young
It made him wonder what he did to them to make them hate him
Really they just wanted to show off his head’s perfect shape
Punch (an acrostic poem)
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
Storm (an acrostic poem)
Stabbing light slashed down from stone-gray clouds
The weather perfectly fit Patty’s mood as fat raindrops ravaged the arid soil
Outside nature threw one of her best temper tantrums
Reminding Patty of her last relationship when she finally broke it off
Men could be such whiners
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