Write two haiku about: toughness.
Or, follow my lead and write a Double Haiku*.
*No, I have no idea if that's actually a thing, and if it is whether or not it's actually called that. I could look it up, but I'm lazy. So... yeah.
This morning I finally got around to putting some nets over our remaining corn. Hopefully that will keep the cobs protected from those friggin' crows, since throwing tomatoes from halfway across the garden wasn't really doing the trick.
Well, I mean it worked temporarily, but they kept coming back. I'm looking for a longer term solution here.
So you think you're tough?
Let me tell you something, kid.
Listen up real good:
I've been killing men
since you were swimming around
in your daddy's balls.