roundabout (haiku)
where are we going?
same, same, same, it's all the same
Big Ben, Parliment
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.
where are we going?
same, same, same, it's all the same
Big Ben, Parliment
Labels: haiku
2 comments:
But you never know when you'll end up on a billboard in your underwear.
You'll be getting a spelling lecture from Birdy soon.
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