Tuesday, April 28, 2009

a short bad haiku about the sorry state of my wardrobe and the weather

holey socks appear
each morning as I get dressed
fuck the daily snow


Allison said...

he he. i like. hope the snow melts soon!

Dr. Monkey Von Monkerstein said...

Absolutely brilliant.

Would it be pouring salt on a weather wound if I told you it's been in sunny with with temps in the mid 80's here?

BeckEye said...

it hit 90 here
but today i dressed lightly
and it's chilly out

Remi said...

I think anything I say about the weather here will come across as gloating. So I shall abstain.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Not one flake of snow so far today, Al. Perhaps we can stop waterboarding that groundhog now.

It stings like hell when you say that, Dr M.

Your haiku breaks my heart, Beckeye. I feel so badly for you, with your chilliness.
Superior haiku to mine, though.

Thanks, Remi, because we don't tolerate gloating around here.

Charlie said...

Absolutely beautiful haiku, BB. It brought a tear to my eye—the right one, I believe—and poetry seldom does that to me because I fall asleep first.


Anonymous said...

flip-flops adorn feet
sun massages the shoulders
spring in Virginia

John Mutford said...

holy raw emotion

Gifted Typist said...

uh oh
not son

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Why thank you, Charlie, I do believe that staying awake during somebody's poetry is the highest possible honour you can bestow upon them.

I like your haiku much better than mine, Leazwell, and not just because it's far superior, but also because it is far less depressing.

I'm like the Tom Waits of bad haiku, John.

Oh indeed, Gifted. I would not lie.

kelly said...

more snow?...thats so rude

glassmeow said...

80 and sunburn a week ago
now rainy cold
dandelions thrive

Barbara Bruederlin said...

We haven't had any for almost 2 days now, Kelly. I think the corner has been turned.

That's a marvelous haiku, Glassmeow. You are so much more poetic than I. Shame about the rain though.

justacoolcat said...

Lucy asks why I don't throw the hole filled socks away, I have no answer, but at least I can recite your haiku.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Reciting a haiku at somebody is sometimes the only answer you need to give, JustA.