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Lol, M!! You never fail to shock me :P oh, and Belly, too :)
LOL M! Yes, I can believe it, but barely. You may want to check out the movie Boxing Helena about a surgeon who amputates his ex girlfriend in order to keep her from leaving him.Zack nice rhythm and feel to your excellent continuation.
M, what a curious and highly entertaining narrative.
I don't know how 'good' it is, but is definitely interesting. And it has a very good cast.
You're watching 'Magic City' then? She was fun in Gilmore Girls, too.Okay, not up to M's high standards, but here goes nothing:
the sad tale of an elder's wandering wand
The bed springs relaxed
When the church bound girl left him
to his petite mort.
She had bigger fish to fry,
Elder John and his Pastor.
This is delightful! She’s off to service an elder and the pastor. What was it Shakespeare said? Some soldiers die many little deaths, or some such thing.
Entertaining 1950's mob show on HBO. Unfortunately Fenn was only in it for a couple of episodes. Magic City gets 7.1/10 in iMDb. My wife watches it, but I've only caught bits and pieces here and there.
LOL! Thank you M. Yes, that does ring a faint bell. Anthony and Cleopatra? Hmmmm. Memory ain't what it used to be.To a service, to be serviced, to be of service? [Shrugs.] Potatoes potaaaatoes.
sheep, goat, skinny cowsnibbling green, flaps of garbage
cars blur citybound
-o-
sorry... tried to fit in pasture and pastor and others, but only this came out. messed up your narrative. should i delete?
NO! LOL. This is a very good 'real' Haiku. And we pirates here in the WSS have the power to make anything fit any narrative.why cant you?
Behind the small church
the young Fenn lay on the grass.
In front of her goats,
beside her the bare pastor,
his dull drone of moral cants.
The goats, in their way,now conferred on how pastors
attend to their flocks.
The girl’s fervent prayers
would be heard at the steeple
that rose from his rocks.
OMG, so funny! Thank you! Now I begin my day with a deep laugh lines on my face! RotFL!
Thank you, Guy and Jim! I’m feeling a little ashamed of myself for having posted it.
Thank you, Belly!Guy’s line about the pastor’s “dull drone of moral cants” seemed the thing to follow, but it was so well put that there seemed nothing else to say about it that wouldn’t pale in comparison. In Magic City, what sort of character is Fenn?
I should be made to walk the plank for that one.
Yes, undoubtedly, but those of us laughing will be there in line jumping in right after you.Here's Fenn's character description:
" Magic City focuses on Miami Beach mobsters in the 1950s and Fenn will be joining the cast as Madame Renee, a former call-girl who now runs her own brothel."
rear-shaped rocks rise redwhere willows once whipped water
skin singed, she screeches
-o-
forgive me
LOL! No forgiveness required. Oops! I just laughed inappropriately and with extreme political incorrectly.
I can never seem to keep up with this thread. Well done, people.
I can’t either, Kat. Now and then I just throw something out there.
I'm not sure about that, M. You're a 'haiku instigator', it has been difficult to follow yours :)
Dreams found him face downin the creeks, in days when he
was lean and scruffy,
a willow thrashing
his bare cheeks that hungered to
be spanked by Buffy.
Lol! wow, M and Belly, guess what I'll say next :P
I can't think of anything to write lol I'm a hopeless case as of the moment.
I can't think of anything to write lol I'm a hopeless case as of the moment.
Belly, what’s the reference? Who is Thomas?
Drunk, he didn’t knowfreight trains from ships, ketches from
yawls, or woofs from yips.
new word for me... yiffing... yikes! still don't get who "Thomas" is here... ... and the corruption continues. hahahahaha
I agree. Yikes! It reminds me of an old CSI Las Vegas episode.
a whiff of yiffingThomas, just a guy,
yowls out to be called Scruffy
when yiffing with Guy.
LOL! Thank you.Your sentence in 4990 was so poetical it cried out to Haiku-ized.
M wrote: "I’m shocked, simply shocked."
Good, at least I'm not the only one.
Guy! @_@ Yay! Lol!
Forgive me for this one..
change of plans
Enough with the yiffing,
Thomas thought of scrubbing floors
as his new past time.
Good, at least I'm not the only one.
Guy! @_@ Yay! Lol!
Forgive me for this one..
change of plans
Enough with the yiffing,
Thomas thought of scrubbing floors
as his new past time.
Thank-you, M! Perhaps the nicest compliment to get in this thread.
When he was floor boredThomas would board with that Guy
To lay with floor broads.
Thomas in stealth mode;
avoiding creaking old floor
boards and talking walls.
avoiding creaking old floor
boards and talking walls.
Moonlight traced the oldfloorboards in strange progressions
of dreamed broken chords.
That's nice, M :)
A melody not
forgotten, veiled by a deep
wound that never healed.
A melody not
forgotten, veiled by a deep
wound that never healed.
Thank you, Leslie. You’ve followed it with an excellent one!
Sing moonshafts in airthat moulders, the dark-brown hair
that sculpts her shoulders.
Excellent, Leslie, M. My Saturday morning is about to get busy. Will follow up later.
Thank you, M, Guy. Good morning!
A silenced weekendcast its crape myrtle shadows
on the spalling brick.
M, delightful! And yes, the morning disappeared and so to the day. Good morning, Leslie although it is afternoon in your world?
the return to loam
The sprawling mansion
In appalling disrepair
Was indeed earth bound,
A fundamental return
To its shadow before time.
Ah, death, I’ve come home.Be it ever so humble,
there’s no place like loam.
LOL! Good morning, M,
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She sprang from the bed,
wild with loathing and fright, nor
with any clothing,
in the dead of night,
and ran barefoot through the snow,
past mailbox and birch,
fast as she could go, to a
Seventh Day Adventist Church.