Late (an acrostic poem)

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Leaving for the last minute is totally my style

And I usually can make it work

Then there is the time you know it is due tomorrow

Except it was due last week.  Oops!

Graft (an acrostic poem)

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Giving money away like it was going out of style

Reaching deep into their wallet to make everything happen

And boy did they.  They were a walking talking party

From sunup till way past sundown, sometimes for twenty-four hours straight

Then one day their aunt realized where her money was going, and he suddenly had none.

Tone (an acrostic poem)

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The music began with a low, moody, ominous bass part.

On screen, lightning played among the far hills.

Nobody seemed to have a plan as to how to stop the zombie invasion.

Except one!  She pulled out her phone and that is what cued the Bollywood style dance-off!

Style (an acrostic poem)

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Stripes of red and yellow paired with polka dots

That were purple and orange

Yelled out loud that she had entered the room

Leaving no doubt in her confident defiance of the norms

Everyone envied Grandma’s audacity

Taste (an acrostic poem)

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Those stripes will be yummy with a dash of polka dots

Adding the mismatched pink and green fluorescent socks to further spice it up

So put together a feast for your soul and embrace who you are

There might be people who want to throw up a bit when they see you walk down the street but…

Everyone has a different fashion palate when it comes to style.

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

Busy (an acrostic poem)

Being behind the eightball was Wayne’s usual position

Under the gun was his preferred work style

Since it kept him motivated

Yet while he was a whirling dervish of activity, he never got anything done

 

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Style (an acrostic poem)

So much of her life was trying to be trending

That she almost was the epitome of cutting cultural edge

Yet there were lines she would not cross

Lest she would lose whom she was

Even if she would find out she was someone else