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Saturday, October 06, 2001

[Howdy, Baldy]
a.k.a This Is Definitely Not A Haiku!


Howdy, baldy.
Forehead's shiny,
Why are you so happy?

Fall is here,
Please be dear,
Wear something tight.

Air-cond’ed room,
Gives me gloom,
Visits to the toilet.

Windy days,
Chilly weather,
Hardened nipples galore.

Freshmen girls,
Malaysian chicks,
Short and stout and chirpy.

Two fat women,
Walking slowly,
Creates heavy traffic.

Late night coffee,
Notebook’s messy,
Tomorrow’s midterm at 8.

Stomach growling,
Wallet’s empty,
Drink fountain water for lunch.

Photo session,
Early celebrations,
Need to get haircut.

Eyeballs red,
Blinking mad,
Dust inside contact lens.

American classmates,
Smart and pretty,
Can I copy your homework?

Desperate times,
Due dates near,
Phone me late at night.

Brand new laptop,
Best thing ever,
Entry four times a day.

Walking solo,
Saw my face,
Expects me to say ‘hi’.


Fin.

by YBLalat

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