Haiku № 113357
A Frosty Fistful of Haiku
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Frosty Ev'ryday,
It's not just of ice cream that
I would like a taste.
Watching for moments
her uniform clings to her
in revealing ways.
Oh what is her name,
for her name tag does not say,
crazy Wendy's chick.
If I were to stare
deep in her eye-linered eyes,
what would I then see.
A buck ninety-two,
that's how much it will cost me
for another glimpse.
Isn't it cliche,
picking up of waitresses.
How can it be done?
Am I the subject
of gossip in her workplace
or am I dismissed?
So oft have I gone,
Just another customer,
nothing in her eyes.
That's the way it goes,
for both me and my Haiku.
What can cool my mood?
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2 comments
PS-"this ebbing story of hope for an unlikely romance" is fucking beautiful.
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