Prompt: Write a poem in the style of a recipe about a family secret--yours or someone else's. The form is Acrostic (first letter in each line spells out a word or message):
In line with the family recipe, tie your apron for marriage.
Have no ingredients of your own, except a roast for his career.
Allow a few years for those conditions to simmer,
Turning over your disappointment into fancy meals and
Equal amounts of pain/pleasure folded into taekwando.
Then agree to cook together with your best friends:
Organic ingredients only for those delicious dishes!
Core emotions will begin to rise as kneaded, so
Oven poach the takeaways from that experience,
Open every lid of all things stirred so far,
Kick ass, take off, and look for a new recipe.
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