Meal (an acrostic poem)

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Making food always made him feel both happy and sad.

Every morsel that left his kitchen was a love note to those who ordered it.

A loving response was an empty plate that came back, ready to be cleaned for a new missive.

Leaving food on the plate meant rejection and left him wondering what went wrong.

Plead (an acrostic poem)

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Perhaps there is another way to do this

Let me give you something as a reward for making this happen

Everyone deserves a second chance, right?

And what if it was your mother who was in my situation?

Don’t make me eat pineapple on my pizza! I ordered it by mistake!

(FYI I love pineapple on my pizza.)