It’s your lucky day –-
of ninety million people
you’ve been selected!
A blizzard of snow,
a catastrophic fire –-
are you protected?
Little drops of rain
splatter against the window –-
where’s your umbrella?
I have a quota,
Mr. or Mrs. Randall.
Will you please help me?
Fat Arms Haiku
fat arms fat arms fat
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fat arms fat arms fat
‘Fat Arms Haiku’ first published in can we have our ball back?
Jessy Randall
