by Scott Andrew Bailey
So they gathered through all the seasons
No plan, no goal, no reason
Anyone would have thought they had agoraphobia
Reality, they imagined, could be held back forever
Socially seeking some satisfying Saturdays
Never needing new nighttime neon
All agreeing an admirable agenda
Rich raw results really render

This one may need a bit more explaining. My friends and I – when we were young (so long ago) – formed the Society for No Apparent Reason. SNAR.  While I was doing a year-long poem a day challenge a few years ago one of them jokingly complained that I had not written SNAR into any of them. So I did – this one’s an acrostic plus! 🙂

By Scott Bailey © 2015

Originally published on thehouseofbailey

In response to Harry’s challenge


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