Silver Streaks...
Row upon row;
Shining.
Little Debbie...
Moon Pie, Co-Cola.
Breakfast!
Frizzy blonde;
Black roots shine...
So oily!
She walks;
Big hips, swaying...
The floor sags.
Dawn... first light.
Bleary eyes!
I stagger home.
I poached us
Some good eatin'...
And I don't mean eggs.
This haiku ~
Ain't much good...
But it did get wrote.
