Acrostic, Schmagostic!!!

Tracy gave us a nice little prompt for week 165.

But, yeah.

I really stink at acrostic poems.

It was supposed to be in honor of Father's Day.

Geez.

Anyway.

Here's what I came up with.

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I’m trying to write an acrostic

It’s as hard as a haiku

My mind doesn’t process letter order

So I stink at this.   Sad but true.

I’m stuck on the letter H.

And the letters E and R.

I started strong but fizzled.

For.  Always.  Thinking. Isn’t getting too far.

I wanted to make it shorter

And use the letters D, A, D.

But that didn’t work well either.

I’m quite frustrated, yessiree.

So for Father’s Day my message

is not acrostic a bit…

Dear Dad.  You always like my sisters better than me.

Sorry to be such a SH@t!