Two being sick forever haiku

[phosfate]

I.

Hork hork hork hork hork
Hork hork hork hork hork hork hork
Hork hork hork hork hork


II.

I sit -- pokey hurt
Yet I don't miss you at all
Stay away, my ass

Comments

[kay-wray.livejournal.com]

to hork a haiku:
how can we ignore these sounds?
now we must poke you

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

Ow. Ow ow ow. Ow.
Ow ow quit it ow ow ow.
Ow. Ow ow ow. Ow.

[kay-wray.livejournal.com]

but i come with Drugs!
xanax, valium, ludes too
that's what friends are for

[saskia139.livejournal.com]

Truly, you are inspired.

PS - Get well soon!

[comice.livejournal.com]

You could get better
if only you could hork up
that darned pesky lung

[viedma.livejournal.com]

Poor Pokey, now Gumby's feelings are hurt.

Get better, kid.

[ramalama.livejournal.com]

Good heavens, woman, are you still sick? Maybe it's time to just pack it in. I know, go stand in the kitchen and cook a glass plate.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

We're out of glass plates.