The following Haiku were written during the period of time that my 16 year old daughter was dating a boy who worked at the grocery store.
Stealthily mother
Creeps out from the hygiene aisle
On boyfriend's day off
What if he suspects
From products that we purchase
That we are mortal?
Why do we have that?
It's a decorative toilet
Isn't it novel?
Nothing happens here
That would need air freshener
To make it better
We do not excrete
The toilet paper you see
Is there for our guests
Inside our bowels
Where you make stinky, we make
Ice cream with sprinkles
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