Vintage (an acrostic poem)

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Vinyl jacket?  Check.

Indigo blue Hawaiian shirt? You bet!

Nice pair of alligator slip-on loafers for the win.

Those corduroy bell bottoms would make it even nicer.

And the gold chains dangling added just the right amount of bling

Give me that fedora and the biggest feather you’ve got

Everything here might be old, but so am I so therefore it’s all…

Hot (an acrostic poem)

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He took off his sweaty shirt

Olfactory senses pegged him at a twelve out of ten

The rest of the gym thought he was a fifty

Pride (an acrostic poem)

 

Popping his shirt in victory

Regaling his opponent with trash talk

It would make most people sick to their stomach

Doing it to his twelve-year-old son, well that was over the top

Extreme hubris was his specialty, and this was his teaching moment

 

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Moist (an acrostic poem)

Mile after mile spins by as I pump the pedals

Out of every pore pours the tears of exercise

I am covered in a river of exertion

Shifting the color of my shirt three shades darker with saturation

That’s without counting the humidity

 

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Hot (an acrostic poem)

Heaving a huge sigh as I sweated through my shirt

Ordinarily, I am as cool as the other side of the pillow

That’s when she turned up the heat by smiling at me

 

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Crispy (an acrostic poem)

Crunching greasy fried chicken

Reveling in the horribleness of it all

It was like the sound was a delectable spice

Satisfying something deep and primal

Pushing mere sustenance into something heaven sent

Yet also devil spawn for the grease stains on my shirt

 

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Sweat (an acrostic poem)

Sopping wet shirt dripped onto the sun-dried ground

Working through the pain in her muscles, Lynn pushed harder

Every turn of the pedals carried her farther

Already she had gone farther, faster than she ever had before

This was just the beginning, but now she needed to hydrate

 

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Patch (an acrostic poem)

Pushing away from the table, Ethan looked at his shirt

At the elbow there was a large hole worn into the fabric

That hole was the result of working all these years wearing that shirt

Could he fix that hole, sure, but that would mask his contribution

He would do that the day he retired, else they could bury him with that hole

 

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