Write two haiku about: torture.
Why yes, I did spend 5 hours picking strawberries today... why do you ask?
It was the first full pick of the year and it served a couple purposes. Firstly, we needed the ripe berries off the plants before they started to rot. Secondly, the bakery wanted six pints. Thirdly, I'm trading strawberries for haircuts for both myself and Max tomorrow afternoon.
And fourthly... to see just how many were ready, in order to give us a clearer picture on whether or not it would be worth going to the farmers market this weekend. Judging by what came off the plants today... Friday's pick is going on a little road trip to Penticton Saturday morning.
Currently not looking forward to my shift at the bakery tomorrow morning, what with an aching back and terribly sore legs. Maybe a good night's sleep will change my point of view?
My shaking body
is making my brain invent
brand new words for pain
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"I will never talk!"
They always say that. At first.
I enjoy my work.