Last night I found myself hungry while watching a late night horror flick.

A Toot! Toot! poem on clay pots.

For any of you who have heard "I’ll Never Smoke Weed With Willie Again" by Toby Keith…this is my answer, to my own Smoking Friend…same tune, different words.

Haiku.

True love is sustainable, as long as it is based on truth, faith and loyalty. There are those that might doubt its endurance and veracity, particularly when, they are faced with a separation or divorce, which proves that it truly hasn’t matured as well as it should. On the other hand, there are those who love without any strings attached, and, albeit the obstacles, the foundation on which love is based, remains unshaken.

Someone recognizing the need to quit drinking so much Vodka.

Lo! it often falls off my hands,
crashes into crumbs of dried mud
but I worry not like the King Jamshed
sipping regal wine from his Bowl Of Gems,
precarious, lest it fell from his hand
and shattered into broken splints.

The Tale Of Dagger City.

Sounds like fun.

A haiku about pottery.