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StevoR says June 7, 2021 at 1:45 pm A real cats haiku?* Meow! Meow! Meow. Purrrrr, purrrrr, purrr, Hork! Hork! Blek! Meow. 😉 * May not meet technical sylable accurate definition of haiku..
Crip Dyke, Right Reverend Feminist FuckToy of Death & Her Handmaiden says June 7, 2021 at 2:57 pm May not meet technical sylable accurate definition of haiku.. I suppose it depends on the pronunciation of “hork”.
lol nice
Accurate.
A real cats haiku?*
Meow! Meow! Meow.
Purrrrr, purrrrr, purrr,
Hork! Hork! Blek!
Meow. 😉
* May not meet technical sylable accurate definition of haiku..
I suppose it depends on the pronunciation of “hork”.