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
Cup (an acrostic poem)
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Wasp (an acrostic poem)
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)
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)
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)
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 …
Nap (an acrostic poem)
Need to get more sleep?
Add some quick snoozes during the day
Perhaps not when driving or working though
Gasp (an acrostic poem)
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)
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 …”
Epic (an acrostic poem)
Every story needs a hero and a villain
Perhaps they are even the same character
It then becomes all about the hero’s journey
Care to take on the role? It will be…
Harp (an acrostic conversation)
“How much do I hate you? Let me count the ways.”
“As if you can complain. I’m the best thing for you.”
“Really? That’s about as offkey of a response as I can imagine.”
“Perhaps, but I am secure in my knowledge that I know how to pull your strings.”
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