Shape (an acrostic poem)

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So he was happy with being a circle

He liked that better than being a square

And he loved all the food pyramid equally

Perhaps he should have used the heart attack as a stop sign, but…

Eventually it caught up to him, and he was placed in a rectangle box

Collar (an acrostic poem)

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Can’t stand having something around my neck

Only I don’t get much choice in this gig

Living for the church was not going to be my style

Living dead come into the equation

And I had to sign up, so now I’m a holy man

Relax baby, I only baptize with a shotgun and cross with my saber

Baker (an acrostic poem)

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Bountiful buttery baked breads

Announced themselves with heady smells that promised

Killer carbs that would have you begging to die

Even though stuffing one more loaf into your piehole makes you shudder

Reaching that limit, then pushing past it is a sign of a magnificent…

Neon (an acrostic poem)

 

Now the sign glowed with a bright pink light

Exposing the words Bubba’s Emporium in an alluring cursive

Oh how I wanted to see what was inside

Not that I ever got my chance since I was only fourteen at the time

 

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Balls (an acrostic poem)

Bowling down her competition

Abagail paused to catch her breath

Looking for a sign for where next to strike

Laughing at how they mockingly told her to grow a pair

She threw herself into finishing them off

 

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The Game (a 100 word story)

Alyssa looked at the game before her.  It was so much easier to make a wrong move than a right one.  It was almost like the whole thing was stacked against her.  Forget almost like.  The people who had created the rules didn’t really want her to have a chance.  Still she realized she had to play the game or else admit that she was a loser.  Alyssa was a fighter, not a loser, so she wasn’t about to do that.  That being said, she was all about changing the rules.  She holstered her sign a bit higher and marched.

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