Yesterday, I decided to write a little poetry. Haiku, with one singular subject. I also encouraged my co-workers to contribute. You see, Creative Departments are composed mostly of people who, in some way, refuse to grow up. I myself may be on my fifth childhood by now. So here are my sophomoric verses in all their inglory:
my eyes, they water
love cannot support this pain
I curse cheap diapers
three o'clock, and haze
a noxious noose 'round our throats
Qdoba no more
Are you inspired? Drop one of your own.
2 comments:
I'm more partial to limericks than haiku, but here's one I wrote a few years ago:
Tried to write haiku
But I am not Japanese
And I can't count
You should post some hia-poo in the hia-poo category @ didyoujustpoop.com.
You're good.
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