Another shot at Acrostic art
Cluck cluck cluck, man what luck,
Hopping around, pecking off the ground,
Inside the coop, left out of the loop,
Checking on those in my group!
Ken the fox is one sly guy,
Earning fear in every eye, but
Not to worry, there is no hurry,
Sunday dinner ends our journey!!
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Moe Radosevich
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The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author6 days ago in Fiction
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Thought you might enjoy my own offering of poetic chicken ... https://vocal.media/poets/skinning-the-sunday-chicken :-)
I love this! Chickens are awesome. Nice use of rhymes. :)
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This was clever fun
Haha. Wonderful