Snack (an acrostic poem)

Silently my stomach ambushes me

Not giving me a chance to finish making my meal

All I can think of is how much I want to eat something, anything

Candy soon fills my pie hole, ruining my dinner, but still

Killing my hunger dead in its tracks

 

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Numbers (an acrostic poem)

No matter how you calculated it, Deidre was in trouble

Unless she could find another way to figure it out

Many digits danced and twirled in front of her

But none of them sat still long enough for her to make them real

Everything was just irrational to her at that moment

Really she just wanted to be done and have a piece of pie

So she left the equation to solve itself and had dessert

 

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The New Thanksgiving Tradition (an Italian sonnet)

I look at my meal of turkey and pie

As I smile at the family huddling near

The football game raising a tear

As Cowboys fans keep asking why

Praying boldly for at least a tie

But I am waiting patiently for my wife to appear

So I can thank her for the best idea of the year

As the real festivities are on nigh

For the store’s doors are just over there

And we had cousin Jeb first in line

He got one of the drumsticks, it was only fair,

As the rest of us feast and dine

Tailgating is not just for sports, but take care

When those doors open the 72 inch 4K TV is mine!