Revenge of a Fistful of Haiku

--- Fighting the stubble is as fruitful for me as fighting the sunrise What the hell's it take to make the whole of downtown smell just like soy-milk? Motorbike wheelies in jogging pants, if he falls, can you say skin graft? Princess Diaries, I'd see it if it were like Red Shoe Diaries. What the hell's it take to make the whole of uptown smell just like horse-crap? That motorbike had a little white side-car too. Damn, what a sweet ride! Hippocratic work, now regarding regimen, Fire drinks down Water. Soy-milk to horse-crap, soy-milk tasted bad before, now it recalls poo. Who'd I give a ride? Well she smiled at me today, she's side-car worthy. I received candy in a package mailed from home. It will soon be gone. ---