As I just told my wife, easy for you to say when he’s not on your foot.
Raebert’s squashing my foot.
I’m not yelling. But Ow.
He’s heavy. Ow.
Ow.
We all know poetry’s a young man’s game. This time an old man borrowed it for a bit. How’s it feel young’uns?
You’re no Maya Angelou, but it was all right.
This was just a joke, btw. Hope you all are doing well.
Actually, it feels good. And isn’t Raebert looking good.
The mcdonalds has clouded his judgement
I don’t believe haiku permits contractions. But possibly you wrote the original in Japanese.