Seeing the eye doctor,

Not needing glasses,

So went to eat after.

Eating Pepper Lunch,

Beef Curry and Cream Shrimp Pasta,

Finishing my food,

But feeling sick too.

Going to SomiSomi,

Though my mom calls it FuckmeFuckme,

Getting Taiyaki,

But wasn't as good as I thought it would be.

Though this is not a haiku,

But I like this mess,

Maybe I'm a born poet,

Or a born moron.