Friday, November 29, 2013

Frriday's haiku

Thanksgiving is the
one day a year it's not rude
to be a breast man

Thursday, November 28, 2013

Thursday's haiku

Thanksgiving is the
one day a year I hate to
be called a turkey

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Wednesday's haiku

I love the drug in
turkey that makes you sleep.  I'm
a tryptophan fan

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Tuesday's haiku

The morning is fine,
morning is good, so please don't
waste the morning wood

Monday, November 25, 2013

Monday's haiku

Billy's dancing style
looks like someone walked into
a large spiderweb

Saturday, November 23, 2013

Weekend Haiku

I am so tired,
I find myself envying
Rip Van Winkle's life 


The author of "The
Joy of Fishing" must be a
big, fat liarhead

Friday, November 22, 2013

Friday's haiku

With all the noise in
the lunch room, I wonder if
anyone's eating

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Thursday's haiku

My life flashed before
my eyes, but all the highlights
were on tape delay

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Wednesday's haiku

Why am I inside
when it is so beautiful
outside?  Oh yeah, work.

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Tuesday's haiku

She wore green, which was
weird as it was the other
girls who were jealous

Monday, November 18, 2013

Monday's haiku

Jill had lost at love,
as she didn't realize
there's a point system

Saturday, November 16, 2013

weekend haiku

"Just like old times" takes
on a whole new meaning once
you turn sixty-five 


I'm glad we didn't
have to draw straws as I'm a
terrible artist

Friday, November 15, 2013

Friday's haiku

Whoever said you
can't go home again hasn't
tried to escape one

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Thursday's haiku

I love her so much,
I hate to see her go, but
like to watch her come

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Wednesday's haiku

Just when I catch up
on all of my work, someone
gives me some of theirs

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Tuesday's haiku

Being Tom Cruise's
daughter means always having
to say you're Suri

Monday, November 11, 2013

Monday's haiku

My beard wasn't good
enough to win an award,
but she sure likes it

Saturday, November 9, 2013

Weekend haiku

Buying a house at
the base of a hill means you
can only move up 


Dream lover's gone,
escaped with morning's alarm
to love another

Friday, November 8, 2013

Friday's haiku

Our cat meows like
a rooster, and that's not a
cock and mew story

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Thursday's haiku

Guys don't make passes
at girls who wear glasses just
haven't met Judy

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Wednesday's haiku

Since she would be gone,
I took a mental picture,
clothing optional

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Tuesday's haiku

Sorry, Senator,
you misheard me, I asked how
your election was

Monday, November 4, 2013

Monday's haiku

You know you've done it
when a child you've never met
gives you the stink eye

Saturday, November 2, 2013

Weekend haiku

Edward Pull's mother
loved him so, and he her, and
she called him Eddie 


Carl still thinks he's so
youthful, though he is wearing
a diaper again

Friday, November 1, 2013

Friday's haiku

I thought we were friends,
could trust each other, then you
told me otherwise