Acrostic...a poem with a message, usually in the first letter of each line spelling down, but sometimes buried inside a poem at certain positions, even from the end lines. A simple one here...


April sauntered by, her skirts
raised higher up her thigh,
edging the line of forbidden,

yet I lie sleeping to her
openly and flagrant taunts and
under her breath she pined,

fainting at my feet, she curled
onto my shins, her scents
recanted in sneezes,

red nostrils flairing me awake,
ever lonely she bristled
at my waking face, at
last come June, she hastens goodbye.