Soup (an acrostic poem)

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Slurping the yummy broth made her taste buds dance

Oregano and tomato played the bass notes

Under the delightful melody of lemon zest high notes

Pasta applying the percussion on her tongue

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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Glib (an acrostic poem)

Gift of gab sometimes got Lacey into trouble

Letting flippant wisecracks float off her tongue

It made the wee ones giggle with glee

But the butt of her remarks was less than pleased

 

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Mail (an acrostic poem)

Marking her address on the envelope

Agnus Abercrombie placed in her handwritten letter

It sealed with a quick flick of her tongue

Last piece of personal postage was sent 7/4/2066

 

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Deft (an acrostic poem)

Dexterity was never his strong suit

Except when it came to his cleverness with words

Fast-talking was how he made his living

That slight of tongue showed true nimbleness

 

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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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Snow (an acrostic poem)

Slip sliding along the sidewalk

Noting each cloud I exhale

Overcast skies drop huge flakes on my tongue

Winter has decided to play with me

 

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Flavor (an acrostic poem)

Finding the right words to say

Letting them linger on the tongue

And then hurling them onto the page

Viscous remnants of enlightening ideas

Obscuring their true deeper meaning

Removing all taste from the text