Argue who’s greater:
Mr. Greater or Mr.
Greater’s baby. Stumped?
Greater’s baby. Stumped?
Yes, I admit that I am
Cut down lots of trees
Cut down lots of trees
Let’s put up a parking lot
A paved paradise
(With apologies to Joni Mitchell)
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A paved paradise
Certainly has its place here
No more pulling weeds
No more pulling weeds;
the whole front yard’s a gravel
driveway. To park on.
Driveway. To park on.
Parkway. Where you drive. I know.
Got any new ones?
Got any new ones?
Expect a lot for seven
syllables, don’tcha?
(;))
“syllables, don’tcha?”?
What kind of lead-in is that?
It’s impossible.
It’s impossible
Not to wonder why Trump is
Up at three a.m.
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Up at three a.m.
I’m hooked on “Night Gallery.”
Next is, “Green Hornet.”
“Next is Green Hornet”
Burpo’s good at predicting
What I’ll next link to
What I’ll next link to
A fence of chain or split rail
To keep the cows in
To keep cows in
I think we should build a dome
I want bubble cows
“I want bubble cows!”
Do you have the room for it?
Hamsters are smaller.
Hamsters are smaller
Than regular hams. That’s why
We call them hamsters
We call them hamsters,
But we really should call them
Tastes like chickensters.
Tastes like chickensters
Says Oly, who knows how to
Stall a haiku game
Stall a haiku game
Not the original goal
Of haiku writers
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Of haiku writers,
The heartiest are said to
Be unstallable.
Be unstallable
Is fine, but I prefer to
Try to tee it up