No. 723 of #2000Seventeen (#2000Haiku)
If your feet get cold You’ll die lonely and unloved So put on some socks
If your feet get cold You’ll die lonely and unloved So put on some socks
Is a puzzlement How such racist dialogue Made it to the stage
Agatha Christie Doesn’t know I’m writing this (She’ll figure it out)
Bears are omnivores Which means they eat everything Especially you
Life is just a game In which no one knows the rules And the spinner’s bent
If someone should ask Please say that I’ll be right there And don’t let them leave
I don’t ask for shrimp When they show up unannounced I’m a gracious host
I’m already full But there’s always room for soup And bulimia
For Hercule Poirot To use his little grey cells Someone has to die
Milk that comes from cows Doesn’t have a fear of heights That’s a science fact