I never said I was a GOOD poet!

Late pregnancy haikus:

High summer in urban Melbourne...

Chilled water, ice and fan
Next door's aircon blows warm winds
Panting on the couch

Conversations with strangers...

How long ya got, love?
Size of you, must be a boy!
Gotcha names picked yet?

Me and it...

Hullo Fidget-Kid!
Don't poke me in the bladder!
Wait til Dad gets home...

Housebound...

Surf the internet
Check my facebook, write emails
Wander 'round the house


See, I am clearly pretty bored! Have a sneaking suspicion that a haiku requires more than just filling in the syllables.