Cookie (an acrostic poem)

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Chocolate chips, brown sugar, vanilla extract play lead guitar

Oh, and all the stuff that gives it structure like a good back beat

Organize the lumps of raw dough on a baking sheet

Keeping good social distance between them

Igniting the oven and bringing it to temp so this party can get started

Everything comes out ooey, gooey, and so bad for you.  Yum!

For the recipe of the above pictured cookies go to: https://sallysbakingaddiction.com/giant-chocolate-chip-cookies/

(I have not tried them yet, but they look awesome!)

Shoe (an acrostic poem)

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So many options to pick from, Dan pondered his choices

High tops, cowboy boots, moccasins, loafers

Or sandals, flip-flops, or maybe his purple Crocs

Eveline slipped on her sensible clack flats and left. 

She wasn’t going to be late to the party.  Men!

Clown (an acrostic poem)

 

Coloring her face to hide the emotions inside

Leaving a smile prominently painted in place

Outside she was the embodiment of extroverted entertainment

When the party was over she would sit alone in her car and cry

No one knew that the joke was on them

 

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Soured (an acrostic poem)

Sweet nothings flowed from his mouth­

Obvious to her now, he didn’t mean a thing he said

Until that moment she thought they had a chance

Reality left a bitter taste in her mouth, and her stomach roiled

Exacerbating the situation further he kept staring at her friend’s chest

Displeased with the whole situation she left him stranded at the party

 

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Alone (an acrostic poem)

As the party swirled around him

Liam felt like he was in the eye of the storm

Only those looking for a respite would stop to chat

Never staying long before being swept back up into the fray

Eventually, he faded away back home

 

 

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Deftly (an acrostic poem)

Dexterously Susan picked the lock on Brad’s safe

Easing out the jewels and money, she finally located the flash drive

Fitting it her reader she soon had everything copied

Then she encrypted the originals and put everything back as it was

Yielding herself a small smile, she wandered back to the party.  She deserved that drink

Lost Soul (an acrostic poem)

Looking over the remains of the party

Oscar shrugged his sore shoulders

So much carnage strewn across the living room

Too many people had been in too small a space

 

Still he had better start cleaning up

Olivia would be coming back in a couple of days and she would be pissed

Unless he started soon, she would see the mess he made

Lifting up his shovel he began disposing the bodies

 

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