back when 'do-overs' fixed everything (haiku)
hot feet on asphalt
fireflies in tupperware
drumsticks and bomb-pops
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.
Labels: haiku
2 comments:
ASSSPPPHHHAAALLLLTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Makes me wistful.
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