Tuesday haiku

Her doctor prescribed
bed rest, but she found doing
nothing was hard work

Monday haiku

She glares at the world,
for all they've done to her, and
what they'll likely do

Weekend haiku

I have now worked here
fifteen years, and in that same
time, I've aged thirty 

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The summers here in
Seattle seem to come in
intermittent bursts

Friday haiku

The longer I work
here, the younger everyone
else seems to become

Thursday haiku

To announce it's a
boy, Emily brought cake. Would
a girl have been pie?

Wednesday haiku

It's required that
all firefighters emails
must be through Hotmail

Tuesday haiku

Waiting on her hand
and foot, so she'll heal, and can
wait on my middle