Edge (an acrostic poem)

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Eager to push her buttons

Denise kept asking her mommy why

Giving her mommy the gift of a headache and a short-fused temper

Eventually, after fifteen more whys, the temper exploded

Blade (an acrostic poem)

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Beware and respect her razor-sharp edge

Lest you take her for granted and she cuts you up

And watches as you bleed out in front of her

Don’t ever question her temper

Even though she may bend, she will never break

Tsk (an acrostic poem)

Too bad the food came out burnt and underseasoned

Still there was no reason for Pete to lose his temper

Killing the cook staff was definitely overkill

 

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