Graft (an acrostic poem)

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Giving money away like it was going out of style

Reaching deep into their wallet to make everything happen

And boy did they.  They were a walking talking party

From sunup till way past sundown, sometimes for twenty-four hours straight

Then one day their aunt realized where her money was going, and he suddenly had none.

Graft (an acrostic poem)

Giving his best had always been Amir’s motto, but others just wanted a hand out

Reaching into his wallet, he pulled out an extra twenty and handed it over

And just like magic, his truck would be the next one unloaded.

Funny how feeding greed made Amir sick to his stomach

Too bad he had to keep a two liter of Pepto-Bismol close at hand

Framed (an acrostic poem)

Filching from the common sheeple was always easy for Mandy

Reaching in and taking a pretty bauble or a thick wallet was second nature

And if she was flirting with someone, well she could take what she pleased

Men especially were susceptible to her charms

Everything was going fine until she decided to move up the food chain

Devon left her literally holding the bag, while he fled with the art

Crafty (an acrostic poem)

Catching her eye, Miguel made sure to flash his manly charm

Raquel smiled a shy smile and lightly bit her finger

Assuming he was the man, Miguel strutted over

Flirting hard, Raquel gave Miguel a huge hug before dropping him to leave with her friends

Turning away, Miguel told Raquel she was missing out as he walked away in victory

Yet Miguel never noticed his wallet was missing till he got home