Haiku’s about Fonts

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Bodoni

Her skirt was lifted,

An inch above her ankle,

She was royalty.

 

Times New Roman

Grandpa arched his back,

His joints always ached

After a good tale.

 

Castellar

Fine wine and a smoke,

Broadway was meant for her, but

Lights always grow faint.

 

Lucida Console

Just one more minute-

She screamed to her man below-

Things never go right.

 

Trebuchet MS

An ant, a rock, a-

Jimmy! Stop practicin’ ya

vocabulary!