Haiku Thursday (AM)

Tiredness

 You appear to be

Here to stay. Like that dumb show

Packed to the Rafters.

Hot Cross Buns

Damn, baby! Why you 

Gotta taste so hot-cross good?

You fruity baby.

Overheard on the tram

"I like art that is

Abstract, you know? On canvas."

HAHAHAHA! Tool. 

The musical taste of my downstairs neighbour

If the Sirens sang
The kind of shit you play, ships

Would have sailed right by.