Ta's mention of her view of that storm has prompted me to write down a few things I've seen in the last 24 hours. In haiku form, of course.
A giant ant crawls;
My pillow crisp, clean, and white
No longer: black smudge
Look, another ant!
Quick, he's on the alarm clock!
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
My brother's leg:
Three bruises, two scrapes, swollen toe,
"What happened?" "Nothing."
Global warming threat
Robots farting towards the sun
Ah, Futurama
Um, your third haiku? Has EIGHT syllables in the second line.
Stupid.
Posted by: Ta | July 13, 2006 at 02:23 PM
First of all, you're a bitch. Second, it's called poetic license, and it's something poets like me have, and syllable counting conformists like you don't. Third, I counted "bruises" as one. SO THERE.
Posted by: Ro | July 14, 2006 at 09:28 AM