Thursday haiku

Twenty-one thousand  

genes to be human, and Don's  

are all recessive

Wednesday haiku

She is not sixty.  

She is thirty with double  

the experience

Tuesday haiku

It's her sixtieth  

birthday, though she still feels like  

she is fifty-nine

Monday haiku

Doofer Goofyface  

wants everyone to know that  

names are important

Weekend haiku

Jalapenos and  

my stomach: They get along,  

but sometimes they fight  

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When it comes to a  

girlfriend, Mickey has found he  

has Minnie options

Friday haiku

Three celebrations  

of life this month. Thankfully,  

none of them were mine

Thursday haiku

She lightly cooed, "There's  

poison in your drink." She was  

his warning sighing