by Kelly
Hubby’s morning breath:
foul, stale and … comforting. This
is intimacy.
Haiku 9
Posted: under Daily Haiku, Kelly's Haiku.
Tags: husband, marriageJanuary 9th, 2009
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health
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housework
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husbands
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light
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NaHaiWriMo
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rain
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snow
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suburbia
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sun
travel
trees
water
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I love this. It’s funny, sweet and the first husband haiku:)
Comment by Alison — January 9, 2009 @ 10:37 am
I’m glad you think it is funny. And I’m glad my hubby hasn’t seen it yet. I’m not so sure he’d think it would merit a laugh.
Comment by Kelly — January 9, 2009 @ 3:13 pm
Not funny but sometimes true about both, farts work the same way.
Comment by Quang — January 11, 2009 @ 8:24 am
Ah…touche.
Comment by Kelly — January 11, 2009 @ 8:34 am