Saturday, March 31, 2012

Weekend Haiku's

The geeks turn off all
the lights, so they can play their
games in the dorkness 


While we only see
it shine, the nerd half is the
dork side of the moon

Friday, March 30, 2012

Friday Haiku

She wears bright colors
to scare away clouds, and find
her clothes in the dark

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Thursday's Haiku

Though I can write on
any subject, I didn't
say I did it well

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Wednesday Haiku

A man who is ruled
by his penis is under
a dictatorship

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Tuesday's Haiku

Occupy Wall Street's
odds of changing much are just
ninety nine to one

Monday, March 26, 2012

Monday's Haiku

Occupy Wall Street
was a protest all about
the percentages

Friday, March 23, 2012

Weekend Haiku's

Scotlanders like to
punch redwood trees to prove the
barks soft and they're not 


they voted "yes" just to prove
that it could be done

Friday Haiku

Though not a baseball
player, when I was bad, Dad
was a switch hitter

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Thursday's Haiku

The bisexual
baseball player was also
a good switch hitter

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Wednesday's Haiku

Since her body was
missing, our entire day on
the lake was a drag

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Tuesday's Haiku

The trees turning orange
and red are just showing off
to the evergreens

Monday, March 19, 2012

Monday's Haiku

I got a flu shot
because I was on a plane
earlier this year

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Weekend Haiku's

It works! I get a
flu shot every year and
then I get the flu 


I get a flu shot
every year and then start
craving deviled eggs

Friday, March 16, 2012

Friday's Haiku

He calls me friend, though
we've never met, and his tone
is far from friendly

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Thursday's Haiku

If he could draw half
of what's in his head, no one
would talk to Michael

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Wednesday's Haiku

Billy's personal
poison was starting to taint
the entire well

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Tuesday's Haiku

With the old prison
uniforms, horizontal
stripes were not slimming

Monday, March 12, 2012

Monday's Haiku

The pitch of her voice
rose so high, only the dogs
could hear her story

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Weekend Haiku's

When all you hear is
the word "no", a "yes" can be
like buried treasure 


Together, muscles
in the rhythm of taut, slack,
taut; maybe this time

Friday's Haiku

On Halloween, you
can be, or bed, a slutty
Catholic schoolgirl

Thursday's Haiku

The seats were so close,
those bigger than five two were
kissing their own knees

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Wednesday's Haiku

Chandelier's image
in the mirror brought out the
phantom's evil twin

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Tuesday's Haiku

All the hair from his
head migrated to his back,
shoulders, butt and ears

Monday, March 5, 2012

Monday's Haiku

When she said he'd lost
his marbles, he laughed, since they
were in a drawer

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Weekend Haiku's

A good Jazz swing band
has the skills to even get
your kidneys dancing 


He may have lost his
hair, health and looks, but he still
has all his marbles

Friday, March 2, 2012

Friday's Haiku

A good laugh, if not
the best medicine, at least
beats an aspirin

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Thursday's Haiku

Since I was sick, I
took Mom's advice and watched the
Marx Brothers' "Duck Soup"