A/N: So I had no clue what to write about for this prompt, so I just randomly wrote this awkward poem that has no real structure. This is probably going to be pretty embarrassing, but it's all I could come up with.
#10: Ecstasy
Alvin gets his ecstasy by being on stage,
The spotlight is his home,
In his book of dreams, on the first page,
Is to sing in the world's biggest dome.
For Brittany, it's finding the perfect dress,
Or coat or purse or shoes,
Ten, twenty, thirty percent less!
Sales chase away the worst kind of blues.
Simon's ecstasy comes from what he learns,
Whether in science or math,
For his future career, no matter how much he earns,
The fun comes from finding the right path.
Theodore's passion comes from a pan and a pot,
Mixing, baking, and basting,
Theodore enjoys the cooking a lot,
But the ecstasy comes from the tasting!
Eleanor gives soccer her heart and soul,
Putting in hours of practice a day,
But when that ball soars through the net,
All of her troubles go away.
As for me, it's not a shock,
I find ecstasy when I read,
It's not always easy for me to talk,
But when I'm lost in a book there's no need.
Yeah... I don't know.