dead bits of critters
savour hot murder's flavour
holiday cookout
Coffee in stomach.
Air in lungs; if you get them
confused, it does suck.
the well calls of rope
reliable poems impart
water cooks; one child
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