Euan's Haiku.

I woke up today and went for a shower. When I got out of the shower I realised that Euan had either been standing listening to me shower, while having a wank, or had snuck a haiku under the door. When I awoke from my hysterical wank oriented stupor, I found a wee haiku written on a bit of bog roll and pushed under the door.

When I was a child,
The world was a better place.
Now it's not as good.

He is so good at poetry, that crazy wee fucker.

I know what you did.