I went for a walk, and the sky is blue. If I were Jake I’d write a haiku.
(Why Cellar Door? Go read more.)
Categories: Poetry Tags: haiku, Jake
Cellar door I know But why rotting bananas? You confuse me, Cal.
Banana in the kitchen, Brown with extra age its expiration nears.
(FYI, I can’t count syllables.)
Cellar door I know
But why rotting bananas?
You confuse me, Cal.
Banana in the kitchen,
Brown with extra age
its expiration nears.
(FYI, I can’t count syllables.)