Most of us are familiar with this blight,
Overly excited, they are, to bite.
Seeking blood, they come in droves at night,
Quietly attacking us on sight.
Usually, they make us itch each day,
In places I won't mention, let's just say...
They bite right through my pants to parts unknown,
Over and under, itchy bumps are grown.
Erase them from the earth, is what I say,
Some scientists somewhere should find a way!
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| Writing Prompt |
Write an acrostic. Pick a word, any word, and use the letters of that word for the first letter of each line in your poem. See examples here. |
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