5-7-5 reminds me of
my work schedule
though the vending machine
does not drip
haiku
Will you eat something?
is the sweetest question someone
could ask
someone, and not
Will you marry me?
Santa must hide his
pack of joints under
beard of smoke for
wintery commute and
jaunty ho-ho-ho!
Glasses are for guests
who drink from bottle
at home
So I cut the chase
and hand them one
