Tuesday's haiku

After the meteor
shower, Billy thinks a bath
is just overkill

Monday's haiku

Lying on the grass
on a hot day, all my work
seems further away

Weekend haiku

My cat could care less
what I'm doing until I'm
eating fresh salmon 

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"I'm not sleeping, I'm
just communing with nature,"
he said between z's

Friday's haiku

The one drawback to
eating fish is having your
cat's full attention

Thursday's haiku

Vultures soaring high
above, he worries they know
something he doesn't

Wednesday's haiku

Singer of the song,
"I Touch Myself" dies, now all
teenage boys are scared

Tuesday's haiku

An hour of warm
sunshine almost makes up for
eight hours inside

Monday's haiku

Spring has finally
sprung, sending old man Winter
back from whence he came

Weekend haiku

My boss didn't like
my color choice for the new
wall paint: prison gray 

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Unlike John Denver,
sunshine on ny shoulders gives
me melanoma

Friday's haiku

I don't want to be
alone, I just don't want to
be near Bernadette

Thursday's haiku

Shrunken cubicle
space makes me feel larger, and
yet much smaller too

Wednesday's haiku

Even with making
the best of it, it's still not
what we had hoped for

Tuesday's haiku

"I don't like your sad,
puppy dog eyes" she cried out,
rather cattily

Monday's haiku

This job has put me
into the closet, which is
bigger than my cube

Weekend haiku

I can't look forward
to something that I don't know
what it looks like yet 

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Feeling less valued,
I need to increase my stock
or change my market

Friday's haiku

There's hints of blue sky
amid all the April clouds,
but no hints of Spring

Thursday's haiku

In trying to bring
us together, they just push
us further apart

Wednesday's haiku

The more things change, the
more I realize I'm not
a big fan of it

Tuesday's haiku

When our cat gets sick,
she seems to always find the
hardest place to clean

Monday's haiku

Being in a call
center shouldn't mean your cube's
small like a phone booth

Weekend haiku

Lionel Ritchie's wrong:
Sunday morning's not easy,
Saturday night is 

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Not wanting to move,
he didn't pack, hoping they
would say he could stay

Friday's haiku

Vivien, like the
dandelions in her front
yard, has gone to seed

Thursday's haiku

Her favorite pants
are so well worn, they are now
her favorite shorts

Wednesday's haiku

Wearing a pink shirt,
Jerry now knows to wash his
whites separately

Tuesday's haiku

She wore hot pink pants
since the red pants she likes are
no longer for sale

Monday's haiku

That girl looks great in
hats, which is good, because she
has a bumpy head