Friday haiku

This life is a death  

sentence; every moment, each  

breath, a small reprieve

Thursday haiku

If it wasn't for  

all these customers. I'd get  

a lot more work done

Wednesday haiku

I arrive tired.  

A flurry of energy.  

I depart tired.

Tuesday haiku

I've got so many  

crowns now, my mouth could be the  

British monarchy

Monday haiku

Not sure Bill could drive  

a truck, John said, "I challenge  

you to a dual!"

Weekend haiku

I'm reading poems  

about Summer, while Winter  

still has gray to spare  

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Blue Jay on a gray  

day, the contrast so stark, I  

wish the Jay was gray

Friday haiku

I'm so cold, I think  

I finally know what my  

wife's toes must feel like