2025年04月23日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 697th. week

Towards the kennel, forget your master aren't you, she cries.
Gooey how it, at the bottom of fuel oil, holding an woman.
On evening in spring, at the garden of the boss's, to make a blunder. Or, Because of getting drunk, at the garden of the boss's, peeing myself.
On their engagement, coming to visit, a fake shepherd is.
Caught in a shower, idling his time away, a water sprinkler is. Or, caught in a shower, selling oil, a water sprinkler is.

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