My thoughts turned to verse today, but not the kind associated with greeting cards and seasonal songs. No, these are more spare and leaning toward the grim. I call them Household Haiku.
Winter
Always out these days
Trusty vacuum cleaner
With wet leaves constant.
Cat Owners
Lack of character
Instantly assumed when one
Mate ignores hairballs.
Spills
Wet, sticky, volume
All mean one thing. One dry
Paper towel won't work.
Happiness
Isn't a puppy.
It's having two bathrooms.
Not sharing is good.
Waiting Room
A big screen tv
On too low to hear but too
High to ignore. Why?
Crowds
Fourth biggest city.
Why does it surprise me when
Everyplace is packed?
MIA
If tweezers and tape
Aren't sentient beings
Then how can they hide?
Those are my thoughts today, in addition to the zillion swirling around my head about gifts, food and decorations, the usual suspects the week before Christmas.
Take it easy!
Michele
1 comment:
Michele, these are AWESOME! You clearly have a gift for haiku! My fave is the one about the dry paper towel. (More to follow in my email.)
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