Festival (an acrostic poem)

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Feasting on some tasty thigh meat

Ernie thought this celebration during Yuletide was the best

As there were so many yummy dishes to choose from

The more unusual the better, of course, to a gastronome like himself

It was for this particular moment that he wrote that silly repetitious song so long ago

Vivid imagery that was in the song focused on each of the dozen dishes that he now partook

And it always made him laugh when he crossed the Veil and heard one of the meat sacks sing it

Lifting another hunk of milkmaid on top of his piece drummer, he hummed “five golden rings…”

Jungle (an acrostic poem)

 

.Justice in this place seems to be defined by who can eat whom

Under the veneer of what some call civilization

Now I know how to fight to get what is mine

Given that we could just clearcut this place and set up something better

Looks like we are stuck in this humid hell at each other’s throats

Even as we all sing, “Welcome to the …”

 

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Diner (an acrostic poem)

 

Dinner rush was hitting hard, not a seat at the counter was empty

It was moments like this that made Tracy’s spirit sing

Nudging her to be more efficient taking orders, expediting, and jumping on the line

Energy flowed from her to her customers satisfying their appetite for perfection

Rush ended and Tracy felt wrung out since she had poured out her soul into their meals

 

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