I don't like to get stuck in a rut, and I'm sure you don't, either. Therefore, even though we all know it's Tuesday, today let's do ... poetry. Your assignment, should you choose to accept it, is to write a haiku on the subject of ... late for work. And I am late for work today. The spouse moved my car this morning and then left on an errand. He has a nasty habit of yanking the emergency brake up so far that I can't release it. So here I sit, stuck, waiting for him to come back and release the darn parking brake so I can go to work. Grrrrrr.
We've had cold here, and we've had frost, but today it's going to be close to 70. Does that make it Indian Summer?
Speaking of tongue twisters, let's try wrapping our tongues around today's Words Gone Wild.
He studders
Micihigan
submitt
amamzing
greatful
From the, er, "editor:"
infecftious
popoular
a clicky forum
I think I'll attempt to haiku them. It's just that kind of day.
Popoular guys from
Micihigan submitt a
Clicky forum, but
Their amamzing head
Greatful, infecftious speaker,
Dear Lord, he studders.
23 comments:
Virginia Girls..
Are infectiously clever!
Except with their Brakes!
Red Head Oh so frail..
Except when she is pissed off.
"May I use your Gun?"
Stuck at home again..
What was that bastard thinking?
I need a smoke...NOW!!!
Awww Serena...Cheer up!
maybe some cheap thrills are in store for you today?
xoxbgxoxox
...And thanks for taking that 'Type these words' box out of your comment box. That fucker was getting on my last nerve.
You always had to type everything twice..Grrrrrr
Beautiful Sherry
Your job will still be waiting..
Serenity..NOW!!!
Have a great day Red..xox
First AND second??
Somebody stop me..
The Haiku's are flying fast..
Galen, Please Shut Up!!
OK, I'm spent.....
Bye Baby-Girl..xoxoxoxox
This is a real pain
Counting all my syllables
Now I'm late for work!
Fixing my hair seems
Like so much fun when work waits.
Uh-oh, late again.
Paperwork stacked high,
Tension rising...Oh, let's see
What Sherry posted!
Running late, and no
Coffee to drink. What a bad
Day this has become.
Work will still be there
No matter how late I am.
Gotta pay the bills.
G-man, you made me giggle and sputter and spit coffee all over my work computer. You really adore haiku writing, don't you? Good! You're good at it. Cheap thrills? You mean like sailors and nylons and Hershey bars? Oh, I hope so!:-)
You're welcome about the zapping of WordVer. To be honest, I forgot I had it on 'til just the other day. I had it enabled for the spammers' benefit, but it IS very annoying.
Well, VE, at least you weren't late for the same dumb reason I was. You had a good excuse.:)
Greeny, darling, you SO excel at haiku. Those are simply brilliant. Your stories and essays and poetry are literally BEGGING for a good publisher. One of these days, you're going to decide to go for it. Yess!!
If I had a job,
I'd not be late to get there,
to earn my money now.
The morning sunshine
warmed and slowed my hectic soul
the timecard will wait.
STOMP.
Beckoned back to bed
Time, waiting on corner
Morning passed with you.
Spare and clean, Charles -- the way haiku should be constructed. Good job.:)
Scary, your haikus STOMP. Seriously, they are très elegant. Serena is most pleased, Grasshopper.:)
My partner has seriously thought about calling in a medical team as my English tongue is making rude remarks, as I try and twist your Haiku's, but Japan is closer to you over the pond. How about a bit of a Shakespeare sonnet:
Sonnet 130 My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun.
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Still twists the tongue don't you think??
Late train to Waterloo
northern line stopped in tunnel
an ad for Thailand above
That certainly does twist the tongue, Queenie.:)
Pink! Your verse is sheer perfection. 'Tis truly a thing of beauty.
Work. Who needs the mess?
Underpaid and overworked.
Snooze button again.
rain broken alarms
hungry dogs wrecked cars missed buses
Work can wait for these.
Excellent job, Corn Dog! I really like those.:)
I've said it before and I'll say it again -- you guys are SO talented.
great work loved it
"He has a nasty habit of yanking the emergency brake up so far that I can't release it." My exboyfriend did that! No matter how much I complained, the next time I drove my car after he'd been behind the wheel, I had to use both hands to pull up slightly on the lever and push in the little release button to get it to go down. I would gladly do it again if we could work things out. No haiku from me. Sorry.
Thank you, Republican and Smarmoofus.:)
love the haiku
hate parking brakes
tc
He studders - Man acting like a construction worker.
Micihigan - Reaction to a poisoned drink.
submitt - very small hand protection
amamzing - joke about a woman's glands.
greatful - Stomach after Thanksgiving dinner.
Good morning, TC. Thanks!:)
Charles, I love those definitions.:-)
Hit the snooze button.
Just nine more minutes won't hurt.
Crap!..I'm late again.
Good one, Sling.:)
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