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