A coffee dinner,
is a real diet winner,
but it’s not for me.
I slide down a pole,
and through a very tight hole,
to the ground below.
I wonder I do,
should I win a million,
will I still write these.
Ofcourse I’ll keep on,
writing Haiku everyday,
that’s my thing, my way.
Let’s hope I do win,
that’s will be a miracle,
and I will thank God.
I’ve landed on earth,
with a very heavy fall,
right into doo doo.
The fishing is good,
they seem to like this strange bait,
a few get away.
I’m not a angler,
I do not have an angle,
in my old wallet.
It is code yoyu know,
the message has now been sent,
the password’s the same.
We got your scribbles
yes to the number seven!
Number one’s a no.
That will make it right,
if right is left and left down,
is up right, or not.
The puzzle flew west,
and the pieces are scattered,
so do what you can .
