Warn (an acrostic poem)

 

What do you mean I shouldn’t have done it?

As if I was going to listen to your blabbering

Really, you just have to be a man, and let’s face it, you’ve got breasts

Now then, can you help me unstick my tongue form this fence?

 

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Ornament (an acrostic poem)

Oscar proudly walked down the red carpet with Sasha on his arm

Rarely had the whirl of cameras and flashes popping been so soothing to his nerves

Now if it were a normal day he would be duck and covering

Always trying to avoid unwanted attention

Many times it was inevitable and he just had to bite his tongue

Even when the paparazzi grew belligerent

Nearing the head of the line he pasted on his million-dollar smile

The fact he was Sasha’s ‘and one’ never bothered him.  He liked being arm candy

 

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Crispy (an acrostic poem)

Chicken crunched satisfyingly as she chomped down

Relishing the fatty juices playing with her tongue

It made her soul dance with joy

So it surprised her when Bill complained about her chewing

Perhaps he needed to be breaded and deep-fried

Yes, that would make him more palatable

 

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The Spice of Life (a 100 word story)

When Glenda put the curse on Bill he just laughed it off.  He was doomed to not be able to taste salt, ever.  He could put the whole shaker right on his tongue, but nothing would happen.

Bill thought this was the lamest curse, but over time he found himself eating less and less.  He didn’t bother going out to dinner anymore.  There was never any joy in food.  Other tastes faded into monotony.

His life devolved into the blandness he experienced eating.  He went to ask forgiveness, but Glenda passed away weeks before.

All he could say was, “Blah.”

 

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