Tequila (an acrostic poem)

The alcohol burned her throat as she pounded the shot glass to the bar top

Everything spun for a second, but that was the whole purpose of this, right?

Quickly she lifted her hand.  “Another round, please.”

Unable to keep the grin from her face she looked at the rest of the bridal party

It was her last night of freedom and she didn’t want to remember any of it

Lifting up the replenished shot glass she said, “To life and health.”

All the time hoping she would be so sick tomorrow they would call the whole thing off

 

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Pickled (an acrostic poem)

Pounding back another tequila

It made his eyes cross

Curt looked around the bar

Keen to find someone to connect to

Lurching to unsteady feet, he stumbled towards her

Everything screamed to him that she was the one

Didn’t make it three steps before he found out the floor wanted him more

 

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