the poo drinks to plow
molecular wars create
chopstick drinks; a void
dry d00d approaches
lotus flower like a cat
inkwell sings; one monk
female gas orders
like a snail, one sucks through gweep
garden hopes; a stick
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