I’ve recently begun some long overdue cleaning. Like, years overdue. In the process of such, I’ve run across a lot of odd objects I, for one reason or another, squirreled away… as well as a thick-tipped sharpie. Thus, all the haiku so far have been written on/about actual crap found during my actual cleaning binge… unfortunately putting a very late justification on my having saved some of it. This is the packrat portion of my brain having a laugh, I think.
I was gonna respond, but honestly I’m not sure how so I’ll just offer my services as a better translator than Google ;) Svenske kocken lagar Chokladmoussen till en älg Allt är bork bork bork (though, that isn’t nearly as funny)Hah! I love it anyway :¬)