Haikooky- Haiku for laughter's sake

Friday, March 8, 2024

The poem waits so

patiently now for it's next

chance to shine, to glow

A flock of black birds

singing their loud songs, raising

a crowcawphony

All poets have a

small bit of ink and graphite

running through their veins

Now at seventy-

eight years old, I find it hard

to call him Neil Young

It feels like it's so

easy to rile folks up now,

which makes me angry

When you realize

your scrotum and face are twins,

you are truly old

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The older we get,

the less natural wood left.

We shouldn't waste it!

Sure, my wrinkles and

gray hair show my true age, but

inside I'm still twelve