Spice (an acrostic poem)

 

She turned up the heat in the chili, drop by evil-looking drop of ghost pepper essence

Perspiration beaded along his forehead and dribbled into his eyes at first bite

It gave his body an illusion of cooling, but the heat just kept climbing

Couldn’t believe there was a time before the all-consuming fiery pain

Eventually, his mouth recovered, but he knew round two was coming

 

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Deal (an acrostic poem)

Don’t you understand how good of a price this is?

Even shipping and handling is free, so how can you pass on this?

And if you want two, well we’ll throw that second one in on us.

Let your fingers do the walking and call us now.  Operators are standing by.

 

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