It’s currently 20 degrees outside and the only thing we can do is curl up next to the fire and make haikus. Let’s do this.
Garret’s Haikus
Why is it so cold?
Hey, weather, you’re not my friend.
Seriously, stop.Tire flat in the cold,
Gas station air pump no work,
Tsunami of rage.So Maps3 passed, eh?
Now we will have a new park
for hobos to sleep.Obama wins prize,
Goes and accepts the peace prize.
We just went to war.Apple banana,
Pear. Grape. Apple banana,
Apple banana.
Hey, I would write some haiku, but the moment has kind of passed this week. Next week, though, I’m on the ball.
It does my black heart such good to see you end one with “Seriously, stop.” I kind of hope that becomes a thing, now.
Haha, I must try to put that in there at all costs!