Thursdays are for toilet paper

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

thigh-ku

If they made a film
My thighs would look fabulous
While crushing Tokyo

--Marla