A dreadful prospect:
Endless tables of banquets
My appetite’s gone.
banquet was stolen
our pick-a-nick basket gone
YOGI give it BACK
Hey, Boo Boo, look here!
BigDaiv’s pick-a-nick basket
Ladies underwear!
Oops! That’s my Boo-boo
Should have added a new word
Underwear will do
I got for Christmas
Underwear again! Not even
Sexy; just flannel,
Flannel of my loins,
so soft, so comfortable.
No sexy, no more…
Today I was shot
Crushed, eaten, buried alive
What a dreadful day…
Woops, ain’t quite got the hang of this have I?
Today I was shot
Crushed, eaten, buried alive
What a dreadful day…
Again, woops, wrong linking word…I give up with this haiku game.
Awwww… it’s ok! Try, try again, right? But Yoda says, “Do or do not, there is no try.” (basically, and SORRY if I got Yoda’s quote wrong. Im a LOTR fan not a Star Wars junkie so don’t kill me).
We won’t kill you here, SanguineSpider – there are better places for that.
Buried in pillows,
So comfortable; snoozing
By the warm hearthside.
one day a’snoozing
was i upon the paving
too long got sunburnt
Paving stones, cobbled,
the walk was long and tiring.
I did make it home.
Home for holidays:
Do we really want to go
There? Sometimes not so.
I want love, need it.
With a soft touch, heavy gaze
his lips took so much.
BLARGH!!! I italicized the wrong word… so sue me!
You know what I meant… want. NEXT!!
so much confusion
spider spins abnormal web
which word do I choose.
“Bob, meet my friend, the
abnormal psychologist.”
“Aren’t they all?”, I asked.
A psychologist
Walks into a bar and says:
(Ummmm… what’s the punchline?)
wow…you spend a day away and look at what happens.
The punchline is not:
I thought you meant the frontal
lobe, old chum. Scotch, please.