Pop (an acrostic poem)

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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)

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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”)

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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?”