Last week, DH and I got on the subject of haiku. I don't know how. Some movie we were watching. The dialogue was weird and existential, and it sounded like--you guessed it--haiku. So DH began composing some off-the-cuff haiku, which was equally weird and existential (and some of it plain awful), about everything. When I asked him finally to have pity on me, this is what he came back with:
Stop it, you meanie
You mock my mad haiku skills
Get bent, crazy girl
What do you think? Is he an undiscovered talent, or should I get a pair of earplugs? :-D
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