Which means even though it’s technically the afternoon, it’s the perfect time for some Monday Morning Haiku.
I call this one FMM (For “Fuck My Monday”)
FMM
Car got a flat tire.
Dog crap frozen to the ground.
Car is still broken.
Black Gold
The dog is too fat
Sneaks and eats the cat’s food too.
At least there’s coffee
I don’t do haiku, honey
Dogshit is horrid
Glad hubby has that job now
lol… You do Haiki… just backwards. lol
Oh yeah, right. I do Ukiah!
Even your haikus seem to fail: isn’t “sneaks and eats the cat’s food too” 8 syllables instead of the required 7? Aaaah, but this misery is only in the old year – next year everything will be smoothygroovy!
Apparently you can’t count
“cat’s” Is one, and “there’s” is two? Happy New Year, Alienredqueen!
Oh wait, i think we both can’t count; so listen up people: we can’t be accounted for al of this!