Friday's haiku

Fridays feel so good,
the other days of the week
must get real jealous

Thursday's haiku

Her loss will be felt
the rest of my days, leaving
me a bit less whole

Wednesday's haiku

Stranger stares at me,
worries I'm writing about
her, and she'd be right

Tuesday's haiku

Killing time is much
harder to accomplish well
without something sharp

Monday's haiku

Joan complimented
Sue on her lovely vest, which
she was wearing too

Weekend Haiku

He promised her he
would dance on her grave, so she
was buried at sea 

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Leafblowers are loud,
ineffective, and really
just a rich man's rake

Friday Haiku

It would be cool if
Dolly Parton's area
code was (925)