Some days
All is well.
Other days,
All is… Well…
I’m thankful for my family
And to you, my faithful fan.
Thanks to you I made this poem
Very short, because I can.
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Write a haiku?
I’d like to,
But today I won’t.
Instead you
Get this… Poo.
Care about this, I don’t.
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I created a monster this weekend.
I call it “Ms. Evil Head.”
It’s like a mirror, but I gaze in it
And see your face instead.
My throat is sore,
My voice is hoarse,
But at least now I know
I can’t speak Norse.
Monday comes again.
Seems it happens every week.
Can’t we skip this one?