5, 7, 5
Save Now(Eight Haiku Verses, One Unfortunate Casualty)
You are the oldest
Stockbroker in the city
Living off rice cakes
Your dream was bottled
You caught the marketplace blues
She caught paperwork
The day you closed down
She struggled to buy children
Everything was lunch
Half a minute late
Steam from her broken kettle
Compels a divorce
Delegalising
Unsatisfactorily
Irretrievable
Striptease after work
Slowly turning inside out
Drive home car mishap
Hospital beauty
Your chatting up failing now
Embarrassing death
Back in the workplace
New roles new woman for new
Oldest stockbroker
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