Teapot (an acrostic poem)

The idea that she was short and stout

Enraged Emily to no end

And she would spout off at the insinuation

Perhaps there were better ways to let off some steam

Other than to give a shrill scream

Though that would tell people that she was boiling hot…

 

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Thirst (an acrostic poem)

Too many times he had gone back to the pump

He was doing it again even now

It wasn’t going to change anything.  The water wouldn’t be there

Reaching for the ancient handle, he pumped it up and down vigorously

Staring at the dusty spout, begging for a hint of liquid to form at its edge

They found him there two weeks later still searching for a drink

 

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