“But, Copper can get Verdigris, can’t it?”
“That’s true, if not at all relevant to a simple Acrostic.”
“That makes no sense, whatsoever!”
“No, but it’s a great Acrostic.”
“No, it is. Try it – how about you write an Acrostic for ‘O.R.A.N.G.E.”
“Orange? Well, I’ll try.”
“Which is not entirely true.”
“No, but it’s a great Acrostic!”
Spooky – Acrostic
Spooky – Alliterative
Sudden strange sulphuric smells
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
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!
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.
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