The sky is the limit
Really, everything is coming up roses
Except, of course, when it’s all burning down
Now that’s when everything is just going to hell
Don’t worry, it will all be just fine
Trend (an acrostic poem)
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Worry (an acrostic poem)
Why fret about the future when
Obviously, you are struggling today
Relying on coping mechanisms that have failed you in the past
Roaring in frustration into the emotional void
Yet you plaster on your professional smile to make sure those around you don’t…
Chain (an acrostic Poem)
Connecting the dots ways always the easy part
Hard part was then making the dominoes fall in order
As so many factors had to be juggled for the Rube Goldberg plan to work
It was almost something straight from a summer blockbuster
Not that he had to worry about. The first link broke leaving him dreaming of what might have been
Pop (an acrostic poem)
Puncturing that pompous balloon made me happy.
Observing his collapse to his mental floor a mere shell of his old ego gave me was the highlight of my day.
Perhaps I better worry that someone might do the same to me?
Plus (an acrostic poem)
Putting things together for the first time inside my head
Letting me complete the equation of why and how
Until now I was foolishly worried about each part individually
So now I can worry about the whole thing as I should have all along
Woods (an acrostic “groanversation”)
“Where be the trees? I cannot see them because of this forest!”
“Oy vey! I should have known you would branch down that path.”
“Okay, I see your timber, but don’t worry. I’m not going to leaf you there.”
“Don’t go farther. My bark is worst than my bite and I am getting pretty hungry.”
“So I shouldn’t tell you about how thicket’s getting around here?”
Menu (an acrostic poem)
Maybe tonight I’ll just order one of everything.
Everything? You haven’t even looked at what’s being served tonight.
Not going to worry. I trust the chef implicitly .
Uncle Maximilian, you’re the best!
Tip (an acrostic poem)
There was so much more beneath the surface
It made Guy worry as he looked at the numbers
Perhaps the Titanic had gotten off easy
Worry (an acrostic poem)
Watching you do even more stupid things
Ordinarily wouldn’t bother me
Really. I am so used to your floundering about it’s become normal
Rarely can you take your idiocy to new heights
Yet here we are and now I….
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