H-eart
O-f
M-user
E-agerly
R-efrains
F-rom
U-sing
E-ach
N-egative
T-hing
I-n
C-omposing
I-nspiring
L-ine's
L-ovely
A-crostic
Topic: Birthday of Homer Fuenticilla (November 27)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
S-cribe
A-uthors
M-essage
U-sing
E-very
L-ittle
T-hing
A-s
Y-outhful
L-ife
O-f
R-emarkable
C-omposer
O-f
L-iterary
E-xpression
R-ightfully
I-ntensifies
D-edication's
G-inormous
E-nthusiasm
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
In a circus , who provides you a lot of fun ,
He is no one other than a clown .
Though he is sad ,
He makes every one laughing mad .
He can also perform some feats ,
And make everyone sit on the edge of their seats .
Concealing his real face ,
A happy mask he wears .
To make the audience laughing mad ,
He had to control his feeling sad .
That's the reason why I adore the only one ,
He is no one other than a clown .
She's sitting there, looking at me,
while I pretend that I don't see
that look of longing in her eyes,
that look that comes as no surprise.
It's a forlorn look that seems to say,
Do you have time for a little play?
I know you're busy with your write,
but honestly, you're at it day and night."
I feel guilty; we're off to the kitchen,
so she'll stop her meowing and her b...hing.
With my cup of coffee, and her tummy sated,
We're ready to play as she anticipated.
She bats at the paper balls I toss at her
I throw them at her long-haired coat of fur.
Sometimes she catches one in her paws,
My Bella, you deserve a reward. Applause!
A better roommate, I could never find,
even when her meowing blows my mind.
I rescued her, but she's adopted me.
We're a mutual admiration society.
She never complains when my hairs a mess,
or when I stay in my jammies, but I confess,
if she did, I'd retaliate right back at her,
"You're the one always draped in fur!"
Wistful green eyes are staring up at me.
This time I won't pretend that I don't see.
I've got a hundred paper balls on the floor,
but what the heck, I'll just throw some more.
Reindeer huff keeping secrets,
as Santa of Christmas rides on mood,
bearing gifts with pure release
through continents of night's sweet dream.
North Pole bells ringing with magic
a sack of toys designed from far-off shores,
while thrilled kids wait for a visit
under a frothy roof, they stay.
.
From some other world, he is!
.
Made better in the winter chill,
creamy biscuits lay on rugs of eve.
Burying pinky toes neath tree's green springs.
Remembering---
wishes from letter, finely laced
armed with two, three difficult requests
hanging low beneath socks, brazen red.
A round belly ho-ho-hing!
.
For that final gleam into the sky
kids aplenty in anticipation remain,
twiddling across a dusky lamplight.
Suddenly,wonder at its best!
Leaving thankful tears,he remembers!
While sleigh tunes sing through the night,
and parents hug babes' shoulders dearly
Ole Nicholas slides through the land and laughs
As if to say, " better watch out,
Till I see you again, next year."
Santa Claus Contest
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