Life tastes Vanilla.
No chocolate not even swirl.
Sprinkles on Fridays.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream...
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
thoughts in three stanzas - reflections of the condemned - cubicle haiku
Subscribe Now: Feed Icon
Other Worthy Haiku Blogs
Labels
- Professional Development (10)
- diabeetus (8)
- Co-worker Fail (7)
- Sacrifice (5)
- Sorrow (5)
- shame (5)
- Actors who should have been in Meteor Man (4)
- Inside Joke (3)
- Thickness (3)
- childhood memories (3)
- ninjitsu (3)
- Deuce (2)
- Heavy breathing (2)
- Hotels that lie (2)
- Tax evading (2)
- Travel (2)
- Vampirism (2)
- chauvinism (2)
- food (2)
- inappropriate day care behavior (2)
- Actors in Meteor Man (1)
- Blade (1)
- Delicious Alcohol (1)
- Don Draper (1)
- Golf (1)
- Haikus with more than 17 syllables (1)
- Hepatitus (1)
- Introduction (1)
- J Fox'd (1)
- Jesus (1)
- Lumburghian (1)
- Star Trek (1)
- caffeine (1)
- cake (1)
Blog Archive
-
▼
2008
(25)
-
▼
April
(25)
- Office Chair Malfunction
- Job Description - Awkwardness
- Singing Telegram
- Fitness Room - Illness Included
- Office Workers
- l'État, c'est moi.
- Golf
- Sex-itary
- Productivity
- Happy Hour
- Casual Fridays
- Hard at Work
- March of the Office Penguins
- Wesley Snipes
- Hell - Decorated in floral print
- Cake
- Morning Coffee
- Vending Machine Meals
- Office Romance
- Office Fridge Ninja
- I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream...
- Lunch Time
- Allow Me to Reintroduce Myself
- It tastes like shame
- Daily Haiku
-
▼
April
(25)
Haikuists
9 comments:
Dear Mister Coover
Haiku canon still applies
Please remove error
Interesting mystery,
extraordinary actually.
Deliberately different.
Favorite flavors are
virtually every man's foil.
Replace with caramel.
ps.
Average consensus:
Dictionary dot com says
"chawk-lit" is valid.
Dear Mister Coover
Eighteen syllables remain
Please improve grammar
Life tastes Van-nil-la =5
No "chawk-lit" not ev-en swirl =7
Sprik-les on Fri-days =5
=17
Return to sender;
No such number, no such zone.
Even Elvis knew.
Your love for Adverb
and its queer cousin - Gerund
Portents your demise
Adverbs=Spice of Life
Embrace their power to change.
A rock to ROCK OUT!
Gerund on this page?
No. Participle? Yes sir.
Fourth grade: Chapter Three.
Your love of Gerund,
that sordid affair of camp,
is infamous, sir.
Writing with symbols,
which syllabary has not,
is cowardice, sir.
Post a Comment