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Scented memories
Passed down through generations.
Another child spits.
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Cassie and Johnny
I’m the kind of dame you notice. I’m no femme fatale, but you can’t ignore me, at least not until I warn you about what’s coming, then everybody ignores me. Hell, they usually blame me afterwards and give Johnny all the credit for saving the day, but my Johnny couldn’t save a seat at the movies without my help. Sure, he’s brawny, but brainy? Not so much. Like that time I asked him to spot me five bucks, and he said he didn’t see it anywhere on me, and believe you me, he looked but good.
By Harper Lewis6 days ago in Critique
Comments (8)
This was great and funny
Clever, witty, relatable, and fun!!! Great job!!!
Last line is hilarious, clever and so relateable haha!
Omg I was literally thinking of buying these for my daughter! ❤️❤️ great haiku!
Oh, yeah! I can smell it. :)
Nice way to end it!
Haha nice ending!
Nicely done.