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).

12 comments:

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  2. Sticky promises
    Sweet potato disaster
    The deer are joyous

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  3. Anonymous8:38 AM

    Alone again bird
    Yeah, my Big Mac Thanksgiving
    Human leftover.

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  4. serapahim7:31 PM

    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.

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  5. Turkey pot pie or
    the classic sandwich. My fave?
    Pie for breakfast: Yum!

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  6. "Lions football"... ha!
    More like "Packers ownership."
    Ndamakong who?

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  7. 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.

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  8. Lovely cranberries,
    Cooked fresh, sugar, orange,
    Intoxicating.

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  9. Some people hate it,
    But I'm a believer in
    Eating breakfast pie.

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  10. Anonymous9:50 AM

    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

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  11. 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.

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  12. 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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