Coffee in stomach.
Air in lungs; if you get them
confused, it does suck.
I cook around bed
ineffable wolverines
short, roosters eat apes.
I drink beyond plate
lotus flower like my beer
junky like my meal.
Reload this page for more haiku, or paint the mental picture
for thirty (30) minutes.
From here, you could zip over to
my main gweep page.
Cheers,
Joe Provo