Bug and I worked on some haiku poems because we are so creative...or something. She's blue. I'm red.
It would be a nice day of December
if the wind wouldn't blow.
I could enjoy the outdoors and the trees and birds and things
if the wind didn't blow.
My mom wouldn't have to pick up garbage in the yard and river and trees and grass
if the wind didn't blow.
That last haiku would have been shorter
if the wind didn't blow...shit everywhere.
Well...it's off to the House of PoPo I go, HI HO, HI HO!
11 comments:
When you said 'haiku' my first reaction was to say 'Gesundheit'.
When Haiku was said,
Thoughts of a sneeze was heard.
Not a poem of words.
good job. now get to work
Since I know where you live, I know you will never get away from the wind as long as you live there. Sorry, I know I'm such a buzz kill.
Actually loved this poetry.
Be sure to apply some hairspray, so the wind won't muss your do!
Mad Mind stole my comment :)
The wind was MISERABLE yesterday. Ugh. It made it feel approximately 342 degrees colder than it actually was. Brrrr.
Momma Fargo:
Hey, we know the WIND doesn't put that trash there ( I know this from experience)...it's someone else's carelessness that REALLY does it...(the wind just helps a little).
Right?
Roll safe out there.
I definitely misread the color part. Got to the last sentance and about spit out my gatorade because I thought Bug had said the "S" word! HAHAHA
I blogged about you today. just remind yourself how much you love me before you go read it..
LOL, love it!
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