Wheel (an acrostic poem)

 

Well, she felt like she was just spinning in place

Her mind dizzy with the constant whirling of thoughts

Emanating from a Tasmanian Devil like cyclone

Every time she thought she had figured it out, doubt would roll over her again

Leaving her coasting along on thin tread

 

 

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Busy (an acrostic poem)

Being behind the eightball was Wayne’s usual position

Under the gun was his preferred work style

Since it kept him motivated

Yet while he was a whirling dervish of activity, he never got anything done

 

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