Howard<BR><BR><BR>LOL!!!

<BR>He opens his mouth<BR>like white pearls in a red sea<BR>Salvatore's teeth.

Love's mystery<BR>In souls do grow<BR>But yet the body<BR>Is it's book.

Sorry<BR><BR>Last line should read:<BR><BR>Is its book.<BR><BR>

My damage waiver<BR>Oh, Visa, will you cover?<BR>Won't someone tell me?

Driving Irish lands<BR>Ribbon roads winding narrow<BR>Fear beats in my heart.

Composing lame verse<BR>The ink in my fountain pen<BR>Remembers the squid<BR><BR>Loons driving the boat <BR>Elvira O Elvira<BR>I have wet myself<BR>

Haiku is serene.<BR>Like sitting in Luxumbourg <BR>Gardens in Paris

up. and out?<BR><BR>Janitor's coming.<BR>Spring cleaning, belatedly.<BR>Will this one survive?<BR>

Same questions again<BR>Where should I go, what to wear<BR>Why am I so dumb?<BR>