Richard's Poor Almanac by Richard Thompson for June 01, 2021
Transcript:
Winter Haikus In the empty space Immortal beneath the set Parking lot snow pile. -10 0 10 Muffled scream Agh Jello from a mold Wet sand from an upturned pail Laughable hat here. If I hear that phrase Mass of Arctic Air once more I think I will scream. Whine whine whine whine whine Adults are like, so wimpy Snow days suit me fine.
Winter in SoCal
Is not to be hated much
But enjoyed in warmth