Friday, January 04, 2008
Vendredi Haiku!
Aujourd'hui est le jour pour l'haîku! Il y a beaucoup de choses que vous pouvez écrire un haîku de, comme les chatons ou Larry Bates, qui plaira aux lecteurs. Souvenez-vous de suivre le format approprié.
Citroen, j'aime
Il danse comme Bradley Thomas
Et voyage aussi bien.
Tu, aussi!
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The French have good food
Good wine, beautiful women
And great health care, too!
French literature
Is good, so too their music
Nice beaches, vineyards
Even the much fabled
French Foreign Legion is stud
And yes -- their fries rule
So, answer me this:
Why do Americans hate them?
Their silly language!
Good wine, beautiful women
And great health care, too!
French literature
Is good, so too their music
Nice beaches, vineyards
Even the much fabled
French Foreign Legion is stud
And yes -- their fries rule
So, answer me this:
Why do Americans hate them?
Their silly language!
"je suis chien" means "I am a dog"
a dog speaking french, not to mention posting on blogs would be incredible indeed
a dog speaking french, not to mention posting on blogs would be incredible indeed
Oui, mais c'est Boogie
est Chien Magnifique
woof woof Ooo La la
I am not here. I
am in Tuscany. That's where
I'll pretend to be.
Just read Under the
Tuscan Sun. Great book - Better
than stupid movie.
Oh and guess what? I
quit my job. Too much stress. I
am wimpy I know
Mediation is
coming up. Must get ready.
House still not torn down.
Glitch at the bank, I
guess. Ask my lawyer, not me.
I'm in Tuscany.
Why I like that book
so much? Tile guy reminds me
of Habib, Lord of Tile.
I used to have two
cats, one thin one fat. Hard to
feed them correct amount.
Fat one eats all thin
cat's food. Now same with my two dogs. Here is why: See -
Both dogs run away.
One nice, one a pain in ass.
Can't just ONE come home?
I would miss the Plott
Hound. The Beagle? Not so much.
Soon moves to goat barn.
Once, she came home with
live duck in her mouth. Spare me!!!
Yuck. Even goat was pissed.
WHY, Beagle, why? Why
capture duck? Why not just sleep, fart, eat, like before?
Life is a puzzle.
Unemployed. Sploded house. Two
bad dogs. Nutty kid.
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est Chien Magnifique
woof woof Ooo La la
I am not here. I
am in Tuscany. That's where
I'll pretend to be.
Just read Under the
Tuscan Sun. Great book - Better
than stupid movie.
Oh and guess what? I
quit my job. Too much stress. I
am wimpy I know
Mediation is
coming up. Must get ready.
House still not torn down.
Glitch at the bank, I
guess. Ask my lawyer, not me.
I'm in Tuscany.
Why I like that book
so much? Tile guy reminds me
of Habib, Lord of Tile.
I used to have two
cats, one thin one fat. Hard to
feed them correct amount.
Fat one eats all thin
cat's food. Now same with my two dogs. Here is why: See -
Both dogs run away.
One nice, one a pain in ass.
Can't just ONE come home?
I would miss the Plott
Hound. The Beagle? Not so much.
Soon moves to goat barn.
Once, she came home with
live duck in her mouth. Spare me!!!
Yuck. Even goat was pissed.
WHY, Beagle, why? Why
capture duck? Why not just sleep, fart, eat, like before?
Life is a puzzle.
Unemployed. Sploded house. Two
bad dogs. Nutty kid.
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