Lion (an acrostic poem)

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Like being the king of my domain

I prowl back and forth, roaring to show how big and bad I am

Oh sure I may be scary and intimidating with all these sharp teeth, but

No one said I wouldn’t play with a ball of yarn if given a chance.

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!)

Bite (an acrostic poem)

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Been many apples down the centuries my friend

It is only the first one that got its own story made gospel

That’s what makes humans so much fun to play with

Every single time I try, I can get you people to take one more…

Panda (an acrostic poem)

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Perhaps the big black and white guy didn’t know kung fu

Allison didn’t really care

Nothing made her heart happier than watching him play

Down among the well-chewed bamboo

All the scene needed was a tiger…  On second thought, maybe not.

Cave (an acrostic poem)

Cavernous problems threatened to overwhelm Kevin.  So much to do!

And if that wasn’t bad enough, his kids were in open rebellion wanting him to play

Viewing his choices, Kevin felt he was in the dark, between a rock and a hard place

Eventually he gave in and played with his kids.  Consequences were for tomorrow

 

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Impact (an acrostic poem)

I looked at the men in line in front of me

Men who had sacrificed so much to get to this moment

Perhaps you would call them heroes, but I call them brothers

As we walk out onto the field I secretly smile

Couldn’t ask for anything better

Than to watch and cheer for our daughters as they play their hearts out

 

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Tardis (an acrostic poem)

Time is a measure of order decaying into chaos

And we spend time trying to reverse its effects

Rationing parts of time for the pursuit of money

Determining what we can and cannot do by how much we have experienced time

I am a time traveler and purveyor, a connoisseur and a waster

Still wish I had a blue police booth to play around in it

 

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Too Hot (an acrostic poem)

Teasing him with her eyes from across the dance floor, he decided to give it a try.

Oliver tried to move to the beat as he danced across the floor and into her personal space

Over the loud thumping of the speakers around them he mouthed, “Want to play?”

 

He expected her to laugh at him, but instead she danced closer yet

Orbiting her, he could feel the heat she was giving off

That’s one of the many reasons why he had married her all those years before