My muse Angela (who looks good in a sack!) has informed me that a Haiku has to have something to do with the seasons.
So!
I present a second attempt!
Hoor Haiku 2
Hoors live below me
Knickers fall like autumn leaves
If they wear them, like
Well... Not that many years ago I lived above a brothel in the Grey Toon in Scotland. Out of a confused mixture of irritation and amusement, I started to blog about it.
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