Friday, November 25, 2011
Haiku Friday: Leftovers!
There are a lot of traditions around Thanksgiving-- turkey, Lions' football, Kitchen Dancing-- but none more prevalent than the tradition of fabulous leftovers. Let's haiku on that today. Here is mine:
One gross leftover:
Icky, gooey, cranberries.
Autumn's toxic goo.
Now it is your turn! Just make it 5 syllables for the first line, 7 for the second, and 5 for the third. The winner gets a bio here on Monday!
Write! (Please).
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Breakfast of the gods:
turkey, bread, lettuce, mayo
(then cold pumpkin pie)
Okay, who eats this?
I don't understand stuffing.
It looks really gross.
turkey, bread, lettuce, mayo
(then cold pumpkin pie)
Okay, who eats this?
I don't understand stuffing.
It looks really gross.
# posted by 
: 7:31 PM
: 7:31 PM
Only leftover
this year is refusal to
cook another bird.
Seriously. I suck at this. We are going out next year. I cannot dealw ith another eyar of Burned on the outside, raw on the inside. BTW I cked out Carrie's Blog It is AWESOME She needs her own TV show.
this year is refusal to
cook another bird.
Seriously. I suck at this. We are going out next year. I cannot dealw ith another eyar of Burned on the outside, raw on the inside. BTW I cked out Carrie's Blog It is AWESOME She needs her own TV show.
Loved your cranberries haiku, Mark. Don't think I can top that. I'll throw one out anyway:
The thrill of the meal!
Followed by coma-like stupor
The REAL leftovers!
Bob
The thrill of the meal!
Followed by coma-like stupor
The REAL leftovers!
Bob
# posted by : 9:50 AM
: 9:50 AM
Mashed Potatoes and
gravy on a sandwich, YES!
maybe turkey too...
Pie, pie, glorious
PIE. Refuse you? Oh, but why?
Hot or cold, still pie.
Stuffing is acquired.
Pretty you ain't but sometimes
those flavors...just right.
gravy on a sandwich, YES!
maybe turkey too...
Pie, pie, glorious
PIE. Refuse you? Oh, but why?
Hot or cold, still pie.
Stuffing is acquired.
Pretty you ain't but sometimes
those flavors...just right.
I sit in my Chair.
I'm ninety four my legs scream.
My niece made Sandwiches.
I got lots of talk
Lots of feelings left over.
Lots of stories untold.
Sometimes that hurts more.
She makes tea in a china cup.
Now I feel pain go.
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I'm ninety four my legs scream.
My niece made Sandwiches.
I got lots of talk
Lots of feelings left over.
Lots of stories untold.
Sometimes that hurts more.
She makes tea in a china cup.
Now I feel pain go.
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