hut hacks as a frog,
cup of green tea as my bread
one consume the prince
If syllables count,
shouldn't we really be writing
in Japanese?
rain sobs like my dirt,
which is the purple soldier?
he berates the well
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