“Holy Hades hellfire!” he hollered heavenward.
Handily humiliated, hated homogenously,
His handiwork having heard hostility henceforth.
His hubris, humbled,
His honesty, hobbled.
Heavily his head hangs,
Helplessly hoping his haiku
Has humanely hewn heretofore.
Harmful, horrid, horribly handled haiku.
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Lloyd Farley
Dashing, splendid, genius, awesome, and extremely humble - I am a 52 year old born and raised Calgarian, with a passion for bringing joy and writing humour, particularly puns.
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