Hoors? Yeah... Hoors. Prostitutes, Tarts, Hookers, Ladies of Negotiable Affection, call them what you will. For 8 years or so I lived in granite tenement. My Neighbours Were Hoors. Sadly for us all (!?) the brothel was closed down and I moved out of the area. I never did get around to writing about the court case though...

Saturday, September 18, 2004

Hoor Haiku 2

My muse Angela (who looks good in a sack!) has informed me that a Haiku has to have something to do with the seasons.

I present a second attempt!

Hoor Haiku 2
Hoors live below me
Knickers fall like autumn leaves
If they wear them, like

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