three four haiku for jack frost
In the living room
My breath is little white clouds
My nuts are walnuts
Three hounds and one cat
must share a room for the day
Whatever. They’ll deal
Our house is on stilts
Bathroom tiles like chunks of ice
IT’S FUCKING COLD, BITCH!
Water sprays outside
But where is it coming from?
Broken pipes, of course!
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