Spike (an acrostic poem)

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So many thorns that he couldn’t touch without being pricked intimidated him

Perhaps that was what was intended, but he wouldn’t let that deter him

It just made the pursuit of that simple touch that much more exciting

Knowing one false move, one wrong twitch would leave him sore and bleeding

Except when he finally got through and she smiled… it was worth all the pain

Empty (an acrostic poem)

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Every word he wrote on the paper was a bucket full of holes

Making them equally as worthless at holding anything inside

Perhaps he should just give up now and save the time and effort

Though it did make the lifting of each one easier in its own way

Yes, maybe he would haul of them into place now since it was easy and spackle it all together during rewrites

Cup (an acrostic poem)

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Clutching her goblet, she poured the wine down her throat

Until they all kneeled before her, she would never be happy

Perhaps that was the alcohol talking, but she liked what it was saying

Wasp (an acrostic poem)

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Wings buzzed their warning against the evil death dealer

As it swooped in to get its revenge for the hundreds she had just killed

She screamed and brought up the can of bug spray to finish the job

Perhaps she was more the villain than the hero, but she terminated it and screamed victory

Cocktails (an acrostic poem)

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Can’t figure out which flavor of Daquiri she wanted

Of course there was the Classic Martini, or one of a hundred permutations

Can’t forget the Old Fashioned, but she thought she wanted something newer

Kicking back a Whiskey Sour might put a nice pucker on her lips

Though maybe some bubbles with a Moscow Mule

Ah, or going tropical and hit up a Mai Tai

If not perhaps a Sloe Gin Fizz would hit the nostalgic spot, but not tonight

Leading her to decide on a Rum and Coke since sometimes simple is better

She was sad when her drink disappeared after she misplaced it moments later.

Grip (an acrostic poem)

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Giving up and letting go of reality

Realizing being delusional is so much easier to cope

If you think about it, though, that is so scary to do

Perhaps It might be better to hold on for dear life

Tape (an acrostic poem)

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They were trying to patch things together

And their therapist gave them an exercise to try

Perhaps they shouldn’t have taken it literally

Eventually the EMT was able to unwrap them from all the duct …

Gasp (an acrostic poem)

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Given how much he was startled

A sharp intake of breath was to be expected

So imagine their astonishment when that intake kept going and going…

Perhaps you shouldn’t surprise Kirby.

Beep (an acrostic poem)

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Being in IT when every computer on campus was making noises

Especially as they rebooted over and over again was not going to be good

Ernie knew he was doomed for a long long long day

Perhaps this was not the week to give up swearing, but he wanted to yell something.  “Oh …”