Weekend haiku

"It's a marvelous  

night for a migraine" is not  

by Van Morrison  

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I'll be manning the  

non-electrified fort since  

they cut our power

Friday haiku

You've been banned to sing  

the music in your heart, as  

it's operatic

Thursday haiku

 Taking a break to  

recharge the batteries, I'll  

be back in one week

Wednesday haiku

It's okay for me  

to sing at events, as I'm  

not a fat lady

Tuesday haiku

Instead of walking  

in my shoes, she wants to wear  

my skin. Um...no thanks!

Monday haiku

 I'm no longer in  

mint condition, the box was  

opened long ago

Weekend haiku

I am no longer  

in mint condition, but she  

loves me just the same  

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I'm no longer in  

mint condition, well played with,  

but my value's up

Friday haiku

Sometimes, collections  

of discordant noise can be  

music. Sometimes not.

Thursday haiku

Jesus loves you, but  

only because he has to.  

He thinks you're a dick!

Wednesday haiku

After six boxes,  

I claim these Girl Scout cookies  

are so NOT Thin Mints

Tuesday haiku

Those who have walked with  

you on life's long road may not  

reach the end with you

Monday haiku

Last week, I bought five  

boxes of Girl Scout cookies.  

I need Samoa!

Weekend haiku

In your driveway, you  

never want the medical  

examiner van  

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With Trump found guilty  

of libel for millions, he's  

found out talk's not cheap

Friday haiku

The poem waits so  

patiently now for it's next  

chance to shine, to glow

Thursday haiku

A flock of black birds  

singing their loud songs, raising  

a crowcawphony

Wednesday haiku

All poets have a  

small bit of ink and graphite  

running through their veins

Tuesday haiku

Now at seventy-  

eight years old, I find it hard  

to call him Neil Young

Monday haiku

It feels like it's so  

easy to rile folks up now,  

which makes me angry

Weekend haiku

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!

Friday haiku

Sure, my wrinkles and  

gray hair show my true age, but  

inside I'm still twelve