Won't you come and see,
We got talents?
I never knew.
The judges!
Down and down and down you go,
Never satisfied.
Covered with the flowers,
The sweet-smelling perfumes,
On this table of ours.
Beautiful sisters,
We all adore you, but --
There's something on your arms!
After barbecuing --
chickens, how full they feel,
as it fills their stomachs!
Dark clouds please hurry,
come down with rain to end this,
I wanna go home.
Thank you for reading my random haiku -- so plural would be 'haikus' right?
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