Monday haiku

Florida airport 
shooting: so is this why they 
are called terminals?

Weekend haiku

She smiles for someone 
else, laughs for him, grins for him, 
but she cries for me 

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Natalie's child is 
spoiled, and not in a good way 
like a persimmon

Friday haiku

She said she could see 
sadness in my eyes, so now 
I wear sunglasses

Thursday haiku

Her kids behaved like 
the ones from Willy Wonka,
who got shrunk or juiced

Wednesday haiku

His inner poet 
writes too much, causing carpal 
tunnel of the brain

Tuesday haiku

I have written three 
poems and five haiku since 
noon. Oh, make that six.

Monday haiku

My brain is firing 
on all cylinders, with some 
infrequent misfires

Weekend haiku

He writes poetry 
so fast, the ink is still wet 
on his second book 

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His book sent early, 
Bill suffers from premature 
mass publication

Friday haiku

Some of his writing 
is so cheesy, he could make 
poetry nachos

Thursday haiku

The electrical 
room's next to the ladies room, 
don't get them mixed up

Wednesday haiku

Greg is not squinting 
from the glare, but because he 
doesn't like people

Tuesday haiku

They say I'm well, the 
voices in my head, and I 
almost believe them

Monday haiku

If no matter how 
hard you push, doors stay closed, then 
consider pulling

Weekend haiku

The killer poet 
likes groups of grumpy people, 
or a mass of curs 

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The killer poet 
doesn't show emotion, he'd 
rather bury it

Friday haiku

The killer poet 
won't get rattled, known for his 
posture and poison

Thursday haiku

The killer poet 
only goes to the store when 
they slash their prices

Wednesday haiku

The killer poet 
likes free verse, but will take a 
stab at anything

Tuesday haiku

The chubby poet 
found that he was on a roll, 
both writing and wheat

Monday haiku

Very overweight, 
the poet was both inspired 
and perspiring

Weekend haiku

When they make love on 
Easter Sunday, she is so 
glad he has risen 

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When they make love on 
Easter Sunday, it feels right 
to shout, "Oh My God!"

Friday haiku

FDR's fireside 
chats to Trump's tweets, like Hamlet 
is to graffiti

Thursday haiku

We met halfway to 
celebrate Christmas, to keep 
things on neutral ground

Wednesday haiku

We celebrated 
Christmas early, as there's no 
time like the presents

Tuesday haiku

A friend just explained 
a new word, "plethora". It 
meant a lot to me

Monday haiku

You don't have to be 
the best, just make everyone 
believe you're the best