Marsh (an acrostic poem)

 

Moss draped trees swung in the humid breeze 

As Roger held his shotgun up to his shoulder 

Ready to pull the trigger if one of those damn crocs showed back up

Silently he waded into the tepid waters a bit more. 

He never saw the one come up from behind. 

 

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Salty (an acrostic poem)

Spewing swearwords at his partner

A lively discussion deteriorated into a verbal brawl

Leaving their relationship listless on the brackish waters of their tears

To think how fast something so spicy had lost all flavor

Yet it now left a sour taste in his mouth

 

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