The SnowCones of Kilimanjaro (haiku)
now that it is done
how can we remember you?
did you write it down?
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.
now that it is done
how can we remember you?
did you write it down?
Labels: haiku
1 comment:
I'm sorry, but this is FUCKING BRILLIANT.
Thank you.
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