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.
The cost is nothing, or so I've been told,
How ungracious you are to make so bold,
A small pleasantry costs you nothing at all,
Now be thankful or stand with your face to the wall.
Knowing this I went out to the world with a smile,
Some things will be fine – 'til I realised the guile.