Jun 02 2009
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ode on a haiku
One for haiku space.
These things are better when drunk,
too bad I’m sober.
Sex and the City.
What a terrible mistake.
Please stop airing it…
I used to haiku,
when my grammar was better.
Friends let friends verb nouns.
I would like a beer.
I wish there was a beer near.
But not near-beer. Nope.
Pop music scares me.
It touches me deep inside.
I fear for my spleen.
We got no cable.
But having cable is worse.
Unless it’s stolen.
Days of Old New York,
like days of New Amsterdam,
Insert Dutch joke here.
Castille soap stirs me,
Reminds me of Bastille day,
When the French banned soap.
Folks get beer goggles.
Makes the uggos look decent.
What about fatties?
Writing drumk is dumb.
It’s always a bad idea.
Haiku-ing? Good idea.
Got no haiku friends,
They is all so far away,
five seven five, alone.
Bloging is silly.
Hey! I have stuff to say!
Trust us, no one cares.
