Cry all you want, I've brought floaties (haiku)
sinking your own tube
you should be blaming yourself
not slashing at mine
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.
sinking your own tube
you should be blaming yourself
not slashing at mine
Labels: haiku
1 comment:
I still like this haiku. Reminds me of a phrase popular hereabouts: "Why's Bob yelling at the boss?" "Him? Oh, he's just off drilling holes in his own boat... I gots my own troubles."
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