Friday, September 30, 2011

 

Haiku Friday: Goofus and Gallant



Can we please haiku about Goofus and Gallant this week? I know-- I'm a little obsessed.

Here is mine:

Goofus-- I get him.
"I've got to go talk to some
Guys about some stuff."

[This said as he runs past his mother holding a rumpled paper bag]

Now it is your turn... 5 syllables/7 syllables/5 syllables. Your prize? Your bio in this space on Monday!!!!!

Comments:
That tilt of the head-
A mom, so exhausted that
She just lets him go.
 
Goofus is the fun
one. Gallant is that
kid who rats you out.
 
I rarely feel young.
Unfamiliar old young chaps
Remind I'm young-er...
 
Goofus and Gallant?
Are they the authors of some
Old legal treatise?
 
Rebel? Me? Never!
That goodie-two-shoes Gallant
could've been my twin.
 
Goofus and Gallant
I am a little of both
Naughty and Nice. Yes?
 
Girls showed no love for
Noble Gallant-"We're just friends."
They pined for Goofus.
 
Yeah, whatever, Mom
I gotta go chat up girls.
Don't wait up for me.
 
Some questions:
1. Why is Gallant on the elevator by himself?

2. What kind of parent names their child "Goofus?" I can imagine the conversation...

Mom: Dave, Goofus was running on the escalator today, and he smells like marijuana.

Dad (rubbing head): I wanted to name him Steve, but oh no, you had to go and honor your Uncle Goofus...
 
Gallant will grow up
To be that creepy neighbor
With too many cats
 
You marry Gallant,
But dating the Goofuses
In college is fun.
 
As a child, Goofus
and Gallant gave clarity.
Real Life? Not so clear.
 
I vote for LouisvilleJill. I wish I'd have done that one.

I also wonder if Louisville is headed to the Big 12, as I have heard.
 
Perhaps Goofus is
Just a doofus. Perhaps Gallant
Is just a yes-man.
Bob
 
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Sharkskin devil lure
Duels Blue serge perfection--
The fabric of our law.
 
I invited him to dinner
He never said please or thank you.
Wild boy--come again.


His trousers spotless
Pat Boone paragon blonde hair.
No desire to touch.
 
He smiles in the mirror--
His fraternity gold self...
They'd never suspect him.


The guts roar.
He feels her fingers clutch. Gears
Grind,"hog" leaps skyward.

Goofus...why don'tcha come up and see me sometime?
 
Goofus, please don't,
Now you need stitches and help,
Will he ever learn?
 
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