The Acrostic Poetry Challenge: Parish
Created | Updated Mar 14, 2010
The Acrostic Poem has been a long-standing challenge, mainly between B'Elana and PedanticBarSteward. However, we've decided to open up the idea to anyone who would like to take part, as a regular poetry challenge.
The word chosen each time is the Telegram Game's current word, so if you join in or subscribe to the telegram game you'll know as soon as it's announced. When you've completed your poem, submit it by posting to a new thread below, and we'll put the best of them together in the next issue.
Have fun!
This Issue : Parish
Papa - his collar reversed one day,
Astonished poor great auntie May,
Religion had never featured high,
In what she termed 'pry-orit-eye',
So as she knew the bishop well,
Had poor papa condemned to hell.
Perhaps I should have stayed,
And made my peace with God.
Reliving moments past
Is definitely odd.
Still, moving on and up
Has made my outlook broad.
Pastors are leopards
Albeit masked as shepherds,
Religiously preaching
Isaiah's old teachings.
Shouting:'Doomsday is nigh'!
Howbeit that is a lie.
People have different names for things.
All our words prove that we don't speak the same language.
Religion and geography - what a notion.
In the old days, my great-great-great grandfather was a Tennessee preacher.
Sundays, he rode a circuit.
Horse knew where to go.
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