Two haiku about: weight.
We took the cabin garbage to the landfill today (the old toilet and sink, a lot of unusable wood, innumerable other bits and pieces) and I had a lot of fun. It's been years since I've been to the dump, so I think it was a bit of the kid in me coming out to play. Plus I think it's a very guy thing to do and that's rather satisfying in its own right.
Anyway, the connection to today's prompt: they weighed the truck when we arrived and again when we left and charged us based on how much we'd unloaded. So there you go.
His back is bent, not
with age but with the weight of
words left unspoken.
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This diet you're on
is surely working! What's that?Oh, you were pregnant...