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G.I.N.G.E.R. R.E.V.I.S.I.T.E.D.

Ginger

Is

Not

Green –

Ever,

Right?!

“But, Copper can get Verdigris, can’t it?”

“That’s true, if not at all relevant to a simple Acrostic.”

A.C.R.O.S.T.I.C.

Applying

Consonants

Rapidly

Often

Starts

Time

Incurring

Complications.

“That makes no sense, whatsoever!”

“No, but it’s a great Acrostic.”

“Mmm.”

“No, it is. Try it – how about you write an Acrostic for ‘O.R.A.N.G.E.”

“Orange? Well, I’ll try.”

O.R.A.N.G.E.

Orange

Ryhmes

Alongside

Nothing:

Ginger,

Everything.”

“Which is not entirely true.”

“No, but it’s a great Acrostic!”

“Mmm.”

G.I.N.G.E.R.

G.I.N.G.E.R.

Ginger

Is

Not

Green –

Ever,

Right?!

T.I.M.E.

T.I.M.E.

Time

Is

My

Enemy.

A Contentious Acrostic .

A Contentious Acrostic

Poetry

Obviously

Encourages

Terrible

Reviews –

Yes?

SPOOKY – Acrostic & Alliterative

S.P.O.O.K.Y.

Spooky – Acrostic

Seven

People

Omnipresent;

One

Killed

You.

Spooky – Alliterative

Sudden strange sulphuric smells

signify spirits;

Purile purple people passing potions, plying potential poisons;

Organically observed oligarchs obviously opt out

Otherwise overwhelming odours of older ogres overused offend or offer obliteration.

Knock! Knock! Knock! Knelled Knells keep killing,

Yet you yearn your youth, your yells yowling yetishly.

An Acrostic Sunday

An Acrostic Sunday

Sunday starts with an ‘S’ and ends with a ‘Why?’
Until it’s over, the day is full of content.
Neither a borrower, nor a lender be; so there.
Don’t think that this is going to make sense, scents, or cents.
Actually, I have only the highest regard for Sundays
Yesterday wasn’t Sunday: Today is! 

Each to their Own Acrosticity.


This poem only works on paper;

And not when spoken aloud;

So, I shall not read it aloud to you;

Tacitly I shall read it quietly to myself;

Each to their own.