Having a bit of a trip down memory lane and I've stumbled across a book of acrostic poetry I wrote when I was younger. Do be harsh; I was only 9 when I wrote these. I was also perky. How perky, you ask? Let's say that extremely is a huge understatement.

A poem about days

Day is beautiful

Always nice

You and I can enjoy it

Sunshine chasing out the cold and the dark