Two Week Warning

Seasonal.

"Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the feast of Stephen
When the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that night
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gath'ring winter fuel."

Sung not only as "cru-el," but as "fu-el," too.

 

Would that mean Dooley's a foo-el?

 

Worst haiku ever.

 

So 7-13-8 would be bad then?

 

Lupe Wept.

 

Not even an attempt.
Jesus, you're tense.
Is there a holiday approaching or something?

 

6-4-12.

Weird, but I am intrigued by your poetry and wish to subscribe to your newsletter.

 

What did you just say? Oh, boy. I'm telling, dude.

Grab the bag. You're out of here.

 

Do something.

 

I can't even detect a meter on that one.

 

They told me it was unpossible, but me failed English anyway.