A poem

Grizzily grey morning,
At the breakfast table with the girls,
Chatting airily,
They ask "What is the unhealthiest way to take
Your five portions of fruit a day",
I pause, and muse,
"Suppository."

A surprise nose bleed during sex,
But we didn't stop,
And painted our bodies like savages,
Red.

Wait.
Was that racist?

It aint racist, it just sounds like it.

It's a joke.

I liked the second Haiku-ish one.
In the first this "I pause and muse" destroys the cadence.

And yes you can call people savages especially if it is you and your girfriend, and the thread is entitled poem and you are ferrets. I'm all for contextual moderation...