Thursday, May 21, 2009

Story Post: Diary entry - 05/21 Spikebrennan


As I once promised
I shall write my di-a-ry
In this haiku form.

This stinky bunker
Does not have cherry blossoms.
And it smells like feet.

But the ruleset here
blossoms like the sakura.
Nomic poetry.

What’s with these people?
Preening for the camera…
Really kind of sad.

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