Wednesday's haiku

Mr. Parkinson
hates tornadoes and fires, but
doesn't mind earthquakes

Tuesday's haiku

In Iran, those that
are unfaithful are not fans
of the Rolling Stones

Monday's haiku

Over three hundred
dead in nightclub blaze. They say
the band was on fire

Weekend haiku

Wrongly named, I've found
that the grenade doesn't help
anyone to smile 

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Two thousand thirteen
is the year of the snake, which
is a plus for Sean

Friday's haiku

Laura is gone. Mark
is gone. Trep is gone. Jack is
gone. I am still here.

Thursday's haiku

For the NRA,
America's last golden
age was the Wild West

Wednesday's haiku

Portable phones have
kept us more in contact, but
we're less connected