The Acrostic Poem
Created | Updated Dec 20, 2008
I was challenged by B'Elana to write an acrostic poem for The Post, and I challenged her to take the current telegram game word.
Storms
Sunrise was dark red, and the outlook was grey,
The shepherds looked up at the sky in dismay;
'Our'd best be keep 'em 'ome safe in the byre,
Rain's sure to turn meadow into a mire.'
Meteorologists said, 'There's a storm on the way',
So, what's the difference? Only the pay.