Classic (an acrostic poem)

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Cleopatra was definitely her BFF

Leaving that loser Marc Anthony behind of course

And she loved the idea of dancing with Frank Astaire

Singing in the rain dodging the puddles in her swing dress

She enjoyed belting songs with Patsy Kline at full volume

It made her feel connected to life

Could be her soul was so old it was a…

Clippy (Spenserian Sonnet Style)

Clippy was my dearest friend

As I worked upon my book

He always had advice to send

As I wrote my gobbledygook

 

Every day I would see him look

As the words would begin to flow

He would always give his outlook

On how my formatting should go

 

But then one day he wanted to show

A way to format the entire thing

He had me select my manifesto

All with one gigantic swing

 

I blame my friend Clippy, and not the hard booze

For now there was nothing left of my dance with my muse

 

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Turf (an acrostic poem)

The ball tumbled to the ground, forgotten for the moment

Under the garish yellow streetlights the batter still took a swing

Ravaging the Demon’s knife man’s rib cage with a sickening thud

Finally the contest was called on the account of sirens

 

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