Dark and sunken eyes,
Crosshatch of burns on pale arms...
The life of the Cook.
Wasn't hard to come up with this one after another late Saturday that, inevitably and relentlessly, rolled right into an early Sunday brunch. One look in the mirror and this haiku wrote itself.
About Me
- burge009
- I'm freakishly neat and clean, I have dreams much bigger than my pocketbook ever will be, I enjoy good grammar and really like a clean kitchen. It is also my belief that I'm pretty much a ninja who alone is in sole possession of the stunning intellect required to save the Earth and it's inhabitants from certain destruction at the hands of all the pink space robots and their army of undead zombies. Thank me later.
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