Today's prompt is to write an acrostic (should you need to look up what the heck that is, as I did) about my condition. I wrote two, inexplicably. I am not a poet. Not that you will need that disclaimer in moment. It will become painfully clear in 3-2-1...
I
Never
Found
Everything.
Related
To
Impregnation,
Likely
I
Tarry.
Yearning.
Babies (used to torment me,)
Especially (those not mine.)
Continued (my desires abide.)
Kibitzers (please, keep your opinions to)
Yourself.
Today's Lesson: I much prefer a Haiku to an Acrostic. Which is a surprise to me. Also, I we should all try to learn a new word every day. Kibitzer is mine. And, perhaps, now yours.
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