Don’t look so surprised.
What, did you hope I’d forget?
Not a chance, my friend.
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Splenda, art thou real?
Shock me with your sweet, sweet taste
Yet, no calories.
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Spring, she comes at whim
This year, bitch best hurry up
I have heels to flaunt.
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Listen, crushy-types
Shit, or get off of the pot.
Too late! Missed your chance.*
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Brothers, if you’re plump
Border-beard around your face
Won’t make it look thin.
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Oh god, Li’l Kim
Out-Jackson the man himself
Too late to turn back
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My ode to The Rock:
I lie prostrate at your feet
Prettier than Vin
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Now, was that so bad?
No more haikus ’til next week
blogging from Chi-town.
*Not directed at anyone in particular. Repeat, not directed at anyone in particular! Observation only! So don’t ask, ‘kay?
Speaking of a long time w/ comments… man, blogger is not wanting to cooperate with me today at all.
I love the haikus - it’s a toss up between:
Splenda, art thou real?
Shock me with your sweet, sweet taste
Yet, no calories.
Brothers, if you’re plump
Border-beard around your face
Won’t make it look thin.
BWAH! Have fun in Chicago!