For Further Meditation: Haiku, Yore

Rescued from the archives, still more joy of sex... Sorry, did I say sex? I meant Haiku. Viz.:

Frogs chew gummy bear
Antelope walks north toward Rome
Popcorn with butter

Toast tastes nice with jam
Eggs bacon sausage or spam
Orange, nothing rhymes

Nostril hair, goat, fish
Florence Henderson deep throat
My feet hurt slightly

Rhythm swoons with red
Gentle motion, zephyr, silk
Infant worm is starved

It is very hard
For seven to follow five
Six still feels quite odd

Suzanne Vega sings
My cellular telephone
Rings I’ve got to go