Everyday everyday everyday
Everyday everyday everyday
Everyday everyday everyday
I’ve read
And I’ve been told
I should write
Everyday everyday everyday
Everyday everyday everyday
Everyday everyday everyday
Everyday everyday everyday
I’ve read
And I’ve been told
I should write
Everyday everyday everyday
Five, seven, five
Syllables they say belong in a haiku
But whatever
Laundry took one sock
And one has a tear
But it’s okay
‘Cuz I have a spare
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
Father time taps his finger
On the table.
Pizza, pizza pie,
But never a pizza cake.
Pizza, pizza, why?