The Stars and the Cookie Jar

Not midnight here yet,
but might as well get my verse
compulsions on screen.

here's one from the cat,
who thinks in haiku all day
(Bast has time for that):

"My hair's black. Also
white. No matter where I lie
I leave mementos."

And from the Siren,
since work needs verse to be borne:
DIE, CUSTIES, DIE, DIE!

"...I mean...I'm happy
to remake that latte, sir.
Thanks! Have a great day!"

Fearless Leader owes
me serious beer. Murphy's.
None of that Guinness.

Whoops, work got three. Not
like it eats my goddamn life,
Or anything. Er.

I write, sometimes, when
life is quiet. Stories that
have women, mostly.

Not so much haiku.
This is because copperbadge

said "Look! Blog haiku!"