bad haiku
Oh, Canon Rebel,
I'm lured as a moth to flame.
My wallet is burnt.
At last you are mine
my hands tremble with desire.
Laura, don't hate me.
I love my husband.
He sees merit in my wish,
despite the pricetag.
I'm lured as a moth to flame.
My wallet is burnt.
At last you are mine
my hands tremble with desire.
Laura, don't hate me.
I love my husband.
He sees merit in my wish,
despite the pricetag.
posted by Gretchen at 10:16 PM
3 Comments:
hello there gretchen, i like the 3rd one but i LOVE no.2! now, would you write something for my blog? :-)
Robin--likewise. I have you on my bloglines list but am terrible about leaving comments.
Ian...thank and I have one for you but can't find a link on your site to your email.
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