Why do we wear clothes?
Poly-cotton blends of death
I am just kidding
He did not know he’s Spanish
You want a taco? Stitches in your eye
Causes much pain and sorrow
But they’re blue – that’s fun Doesn’t hurt so much
Everything is relative
I’ll poke out your eye Haikus are much fun
There’s no fun like easy fun
No fun that I know Beating a dead horse
I’ll beat you into the ground
I am good at this This girl breathes so loud
I’d like to take my pen and
Stick it up her nose
Heh heh heeeee.
That's the way my haiku-spawned laughter sounded in my head.
Wanna do something fun Sunday or Monday? Or Thursday, for that matter?
Yes. Yes I do. I'll call ya!