I’ll start with some Red Sox haiku, via this week’s New Yorker:
Hey, wait till next year:
Every eighty-six years
Like clockwork. Go Sox
Buckner or Little
It doesn’t really matter
Someone will f*ck up
these are from the site itself:
My wife says her name
should be Pedro because I
never take her out
Are waivers truly
irrevocable if Sox
still get Manny back?
And these are my first attempts at Mets haiku:
Damn it, Valentine,
you’ve got to stop pinch hitting
Bobby Bonilla
One hundred twenty
six third basemen, and counting.
Zero no hitters.
Alas, always sports!
Verily, they bore me so
Haiku far better
No doubt about it,
Moe’s puppeteers should rather
Haiku their grievance
But would that get chicks?
Post-protest hook-ups are key!
Reminds me of cons…
Though anecdotes from
my Unitarian days
Aren’t a fair sample
MC rambles on
This stuff sure is great, ha ha!
… beats paper writing.
Puppets everywhere
Puppets unwash-ed lefties
Hating in London
Sox season tickets
Sign up for heartbreak again
Oh well fun in June
Why unwashed lefties?
Righties never teem in hordes
Think you’re missing out
Well, Mongols maybe
But what does rightie protest
Look like, anyhow?
Why unwashed lefties?
Righties never teem in hordes
Think you’re missing out
Pictures filthy folk
Righties teem at ballot box
Could be missing out
Well, Mongols maybe
But what does rightie protest
Look like, anyhow?
Khaki’s button downs
Chanting “let us in”
Florida recount
oops, add “or else” after “let us in”
Braves fan getting mad
Pitchers, hitters used they have
Now they lose to Cubs?
Florida Gators
Ron and Steve disguised pussies
Revenge on Dawgs had
This ones a little nasty…but
Out left protests roar
Marching, screaming of slogons
But where is the gore?
A still, Sunday pond
Reprooves the loud mosquito –
Will clean house, instead.
🙂
Placid blue ocean
Where whales will congregate soon
Jumping behemoths