cup sleeps; horse beats stuff
drop of rain teaches forest
short like a peasant.
Coffee in stomach.
Air in lungs; if you get them
confused, it does suck.
hot deer tick beats tea
as my tea, it sobs to hut
crisp, crows eat strudels.
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