Editor’s Note: Haiku is a beautiful art form. So, I probably shouldn’t attempt it.
Random thoughts begin.
Butterfly wings are broken.
Where did that come from?
Deep thoughts in 17 syllables
Editor’s Note: Haiku is a beautiful art form. So, I probably shouldn’t attempt it.
Random thoughts begin.
Butterfly wings are broken.
Where did that come from?
Partly cloudy with a chance of Armageddon
Hot and dry.
Freezing rain.
Tornado out to the West.
That was Wednesday.
Well, at least she’s not bitter.
Nobody loves me,
Everybody hates me,
Guess I’ll go eat worms.
My dogs don’t love me,
Unless I’m bearing treats.
I try to hug and kiss them,
Guess I’ll admit defeats.
I let them out to play.
I feed them two squares a day.
They pee on the floor, it’s OK.
Their hair makes me sneeze more than hay.
Am I bitter?
Not even a bit.
So, they sit by Dad.
I won’t have a snit.
They really love me.
I’m sure of that.
But if I find they don’t,
I’m getting me a cat.
Murphy is a dog of few words.
Mom, why are you bleeping?
Can’t you see I’m sleeping?
I don’t need to pee outdoors.
I already did, over on the floor.
Is it time for me to eat?
If not, I’m going back to my seat.
I don’t like the lady with the scoop.
She harvests all the tasty poop.
You’re putting drops in my eyes?
Where is my tasty cookie prize?
Let sleeping dogs lie.
Mommy woke me from my nap.
Lordy, what a load of crap.
I was deep inside a dream,
With a bowl of squirrel ice cream.
Then, I found myself awake.
She gave my little tail a shake.
I wish I had a can of Mace,
Or the energy to chew her face.
Instead, I’ll go outside and pee.
As I think, “Oh, woe is me.”
Rocky said, “Oh, woe is I.”
He’s such an educated guy.
Now, I lay me down to sleep.
My Mommy is a little creep.
I will chase her to New Delhi,
If she blows a bubble on my belly.
Rocky the Chihuahua, on his life.
I’m a Chihuahua.
Oh, woe is I.
Mom stole my chair.
Heavy sigh.
Mom will feed me
Twice a day.
It’s not enough.
I’m wasting away.
Mom will teach me
How to howl.
She says my bark
Is very foul.
I’m glad to get this
All off my chest.
I still like my Mom,
I just like Dad the best.
Dogs have rules of engagement
Editor’s Note: If you think your partner is high-maintenance, just adopt an opinionated dog. Note: all dogs are opinionated.
Daddy just scratched my chin.
This behavior is unacceptable.
He may rub me on my belly,
He may give treats but no vegetable.
Mom tried to cuddle next to me.
She needs to stay in her chair.
I don’t like being crowded.
If I need her, I’ll go over there.
What is wrong with these people?
Drawing a blank, also known as writer’s block.
Editor’s note: This is about as long as I have gone through National Poetry Writing Month before writer’s block set in. Maybe tomorrow.
Mumble, mumble, mumble.
I got nothing.
I’m drawing a blank.
If I were a pirate,
I’d be walking the plank.
Tax Day is when you realize you’re not the only one pissing away your money.
Editor’s Note: Last year, I “retired”, so my taxes this year were insane. I don’t see a lot of benefits from my payments.
I paid my taxes online.
That way, I don’t have
To drive on broken roads,
To a unsafe neighborhood,
To the understaffed Post Office,
To find out it’s closed.
What do my taxes finance?
There’s one for you, nineteen for me
Today you file, if you owe.
Refunds filed long ago.
Tax forms can be quite a bitch,
The IRS thinks that we’re all rich.
We pay for months and months before,
And then today, some pay some more.
For some, it seems a source of mirth,
I just don’t think I got my money’s worth.