Indelicate words
Like thunder on a clear day
Bodes a change of wind

More day now than night
The equinox promises
Green and warmth ahead

Think I see a light
Is it the tunnel's ending
Or train approaching?

Thought I was mending
Opted to go in to work
I was mistaken

I learned a new thing
It seems a body can faint
From intestine pain

Laying at Death's door
Fever, chills, everything hurts
The influenza

Chattin' with Wesley
Makin' a podcast for y'all
Ya bunch of ingrates

New pads and rotors
Oil, filters and spark plugs changed
We're road trip ready

How you bear the shame
Your cowardice on display
Is quite beyond me

Here I haiku ordinarily
Exceptions are made somewhat rarely
So today for St. Pat
I'll don my green hat
And limerick instead quite merrily