Scared (an acrostic poem)

Slipping behind the unsuspecting teenagers

Catching them totally flatfooted

As I swing my ax in a gleeful arc

Red blood squirting everywhere

Even blinding me for a moment.  I panic and wipe it away

Damn, that was a frightening moment for me.



Gross (an acrostic poem)

Gelatin-like mucus covered Phil’s finger

Rationally he knew he should wipe it off

Or flick it to the ground, but he just couldn’t

So he brought it closer to his face

Shaking his head he put the booger in his mouth and swallowed