Icecream Truck Haiku
prowling streets again
free jingles, but cash for treats
re-circling my block
I have three beautiful sons that are lucky enough to look like their Mother. I spend all of my time with those little bastards. I'm rated 18th in the World for Competitive Eating. It makes my Mom nervous, she thought I was going to be a Doctor.
prowling streets again
free jingles, but cash for treats
re-circling my block
Labels: haiku
1 comment:
Great! I've been struggling with a black eyeliner Haiku. I don't think I understand the form well enough.
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