Why do I purchase clothing without trying things on or, for that matter, bothering to look closely at what I’m actually buying?
A lament in haiku form.
New jeans. Old habits.
Way too much morning coffee.
“What the..?!” Buttons fly.
Category: Haiku
Transformers, the Haiku
Outer space robots.
They go “buh kuh kah ka ki.”
More than meets the eye.
An important lesson I have experienced over the last year or so, in the form of a crude haiku.
Ample kahones,
On an angry little man?
Small kahones still.