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Haiku
Thank God I'm pretty:The occasional free drink
I never asked for.
(Emilie Autumn lyrics that fit the form)
Sometimes i'm awfully worried.Is it only the oldies that
notice me?
Oh well, at least i'm no longer thirsty.
To have become oldis to be unseen by youth
and see only the young.
Is the sideman’s steelnow gravely strung? Not for Neil,
who is always Young!
From Julie (via Mattel)Plastic Barbie, so
Fantastic, so why does she
Have to buy her friends?
The lizard-like eyesof the assets investor
quickly undressed her.
Lizard-like he flickeda tongue over his dry lips.
Eww. She was tickled.
Her fingers unzippedher portfolio of plump,
high-risk investments.
The accounting clerksighed with flat-out relief,
the books were in order.
(This is out of order, but I’m going to post it anyway. It a reply to 8299. I wrote it on the way to the gas station.)Her voice was like salve,
her drawled, sultry locution
the essence of verve.
She smiled. “Do I have
a normal distribution?
Examine my curve!”
From Julie:Curvaceous, so round,
Call her cuddly from now on!
Good hearted woman!
(No apologias to Elvis and Waylon!)
The poor accountant clerk,Shocked at the sight.
"My mind will surely be busy tonight!"
(Where else can you find such an assortment of haiku? We have office haiku, Star Trek haiku, James Bond haiku, Emily Blunt haiku, graveyard haiku, Grim Reaper haiku, Dark Ages haiku, Flintstones haiku, courtroom haiku, haiku about nuns--and now, statistics haiku!)
She had his number,And drew out his plush debits
Using her assets.
M wrote: "(This is out of order, but I’m going to post it anyway. It a reply to 8299. I wrote it on the way to the gas station.)Her voice was like salve,
her drawled, sultry locution
the essence of verve.
..."
Awesomme! I'm glad you posted it.
Her assets misusedhis poor accounting left her
a zero balance.
(I’ve tried to follow the zero balance.)Her tanned youth misspent,
her prospects flagged; her once firm,
perky assets sagged.
Along came Dorland,
a beer-swelled hero, who left
her balance zero.
From Julie:Zero heroes! Ha!
She woke up smiling, Oh those
Happy memories!
From Julie, no apologias to old Jerry Lee, his old Louisiana home, oh those happy memories!
Hi, I've been reading back through what I've been missing - so clever and very funny - you guys crack me up - it's probably a good job I didn't read them while I was in pain!
From swamp cypress dreams,a creole tune, she awoke,
old, sad with desire,
from trills years distant,
a rose moon, her murmured name,
a cabin’s hearth fire.
The lips that murmuredonce her name, with a passion
to redden the moon;
lie cold and silent
as desire's flame, from her world
extinguished too soon.
(Thank you, Ryan and Ajay! It’s a revision of one I was trying to tone down, in which she awakes “wild with desire,” and the last line of which was “his great balls of fire.”)
You’ve got the rhyme and meter down perfect in 8320!
Sailor Higgs was dense.Not a particle had he--
not a shred--of sense.
That he rose in rank
ruffled some wigs. None gladly
suffered Boatswain Higgs.
Meanwhile, back at 8320: “. . . with a passion / to redden the moon . . .” I think these are great lines!
M wrote: "(Thank you, Ryan and Ajay! It’s a revision of one I was trying to tone down, in which she awakes “wild with desire,” and the last line of which was “his great balls of fire.”)"I'd kinda like to see the original. ; >
Connie, it was something like this. I wrote it as a take-off on Julie’s mention of Jerry Lee Lewis.From swamp cypress dreams,
a jaunty tune, she wakened,
and seethed with desire,
from chords years distant,
a gorged moon, her murmured name,
his great balls of fire.
Lovely, M. From Julie."That'll be the day,
Fireboy!" she sighed to the moon...
"By the way, what was
Your name? I am what
I am, not what you all want
me to be!!!" Bells ring.
So much for Fireboy . . .Nice one, Julie!
The years left Fireboya drunken wreck--muttering,
popping Prilosec.
Too many years spentdowning liquor changed Fireboy
to Old Man Flicker.
He was a grease fire Unquenchable by water
Blistering my skin
He was a grease fire Unquenchable by water
Blistering my skin
He was a grease fire Unquenchable by water
Blistering my skin
She was an oceanCool water soothing the fire
That raged in my soul
He consumed me with
desire and left me alone
to mend my burnt soul
desire and left me alone
to mend my burnt soul
From Julie:(Overthinking is my day job!)Burning, blazing, now
Overthinking, haunted red eyes,
Mirrors of regret.
(Wow, Ryan, Rachel, Leslie, and Julie! Hmm, let’s see. How to follow Julie’s?)For her, no roses,
no candles, could extinguish
how the past tasted.
Some pasts sweet, othersbitter, strangely hers tastes of
banana fritter.
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laughed Gladys. “Who would turn down
a drink that’s gratis?”