With a paddle for a boat
And two coats of mail, well pressed,
He crossed to curse the blessed whale
For its bale, and death most unkind.
Nowadays, you find yourself only lost.
And two coats of mail, well pressed,
He crossed to curse the blessed whale
For its bale, and death most unkind.
Nowadays, you find yourself only lost.
If you paddle
ReplyDeleteWhile the boat
Is going up shit's creak
I will let you stay
With me
Just a little longer
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ReplyDeleteCensorship? How sad.
DeleteWill my haiku also be gone
Like the summer mist?
Summer mist returns
ReplyDeleteLike haiku carved in clothing
Then our fashions change