Through the rain-swept glass: Keys, umbrella, telephone Dry inside the car Advertisements

Like a moth to flame I keep setting moths aflame I can’t help myself

If I fly to Mars And my ship leaves me behind I won’t eat my poo

i just spilled my ber on the keyboard THIS HAiku was typed with mytongue

If you ring a bell Every time you feed me treats That would be okay

I respect the flag More, though, that for which it stands Which is why I kneel

There’s a big black bird Croaking from above the door Sounds like “labrador”