My 1st double acrostic poem
How can you view me as nothing more than a cockroach? Unabashed, you respond, no... More like a dark, shaggy emu. Matter of fact, could you play dead for me like a possum? Alas, some others (but not I!) think of you as a wicked flea. Nevertheless, you blend in with humans just like a chameleon. Indeed, your kind feigns the sweet devotion of a welsh corgi. Though, really, we know that's a ruse, you... loathsome insect. Yes! Fine, it's true! I admit it, you horrid, disease-ridden fly!