He could count to fifteen (haiku)
They took his third arm
and sealed it in a glass jar
Now who will save us?
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.
They took his third arm
and sealed it in a glass jar
Now who will save us?
Labels: haiku
3 comments:
Every now and then you pop up with something that makes me worry. This is one of them things.
You made my day by replying to this. It's my favorite thing I wrote this week and I figured that nobody noticed it.
dont worry too much. someday a hero will be born and nobody will be able to surgically stop him....
Oh, to be able to play bass and chord along on the keys at the same time... Wouldn't it be wunnerful?
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