Acrostic

A
Cross tick,
Running across sticks.
Overdue for blood licks.
So eager to afix
To
It's maw a
Caustic mix at picnics.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Allison Avatar
March 30, 2017 at 5:49 PM
I love the play on words of a cross tic - this really appeals to my sense of humour!:-) hugs Jan xx7
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