Friday, October 05, 2012

 

Haiku Friday: Biden to the rescue! And everything else re politics



Now that the President kinda messed up the first debate, they are counting on Joe Biden to come to the rescue in the upcoming vice-presidential debate.

Everything is suddenly more interesting!

So, you can write about anything you want as long as it has to do with politics. You can even haiku about President Clinton!

Here is mine:

Biden party bus
Rocking to the debate site
Oh, no... Stockdale II?

Now it is your turn! Just make it five syllables, seven, then five. If you win... your bio here on Monday!!!!



Comments:
I didn't care 'til
Big Bird and Lehrer were on
the line. Say what now?

No, for real. We teach
our kids not to interrupt.
Can't let them watch it!
 
Obama? Romney?
Where will I find the answer?
I'll just check Facebook!

PTC
 
It's bad news Barack!
He is too smart not to know
It's time to fight back.
 
Poised, presidential
Crisp shirts, windsor knots, shoes shined,
November catwalk.

Becky
 
Unwelcome surprise
Actual human Romney
Not cable news spoof
 
New jobless figures
published; however skeechy...
extra point Barack
 
Rare Mayhem Thursday
No joy in Razorville; the
Mighty O struck out

 
Time limit, shmimit!
Pity the moderator -
unenforceable.

 
Oh Joseph Biden,
Where for art though Joe Biden,
A rose by a name.
 
“A country lawyer”
was Sam Ervin, senator
during my childhood.

A long time ago
I shared a cubicle with
Jesse Helms’ son. True.

Bush and Dukakis:
“The Grapple in the Chapel”
Wake Forest debate.

At my little red
church, Carroll Campbell, Senior,
would talk of Junior.

The daughter called me:
“Mom wants a priest to visit.”
John Lindsay had died.

Walking the dog on
“DOG” Street, we saw “Liddy” Dole
leaving the old church.

Williamsburg’s former
mayor died. I preached, mentioned
his pet flying squirrel.

Tim Kaine: “I will al-
ways consider it the high-
light of the weekend.”


At Bruton Parish
Senator John Warner met
me in the churchyard.

My wife’s first night out
after the baby was born —
she met Al Franken.

Politicians and
babies: Edina’s mayor
met ours at breakfast.
 
He inspired us,
Gave us hope for what could be.
But then he was killed.

I don't know what kind
of President he'd have been -
Wish he'd had a chance.

I watched him get shot
As he walked through the kitchen
Seems so long ago.
 
Barackyphus O.
Dribbles his basketball up
Froze-slip Mount Boehner.

The avalanches
Roar,bury unthem: if you'd
Just turn straight or not marry.

If they only had
ID. to vote! Not abort...!
Big 1% Bro will help you.

Who is thy neighbor?
Does he look exactly like you?
Maybe he'll change! Union?

Rancor is our watch-
Word.Hold fast to unchange,Boy!
Condition? Depressed .
 
Good Gravy,Professor! I pity you,these poets are hot off the griddle! Good luck picking one.
 
Barackyphus O.
Dribbles his basketball up
Froze-slip Mount Boehner.

The avalanches
Roar,bury unthem: if you'd
Just turn straight or not marry.

If they only had
ID. to vote! Not abort...!
Big 1% Bro will help you.

Who is thy neighbor?
Does he look exactly like you?
Maybe he'll change! Union?

Rancor is our watch-
Word.Hold fast to unchange,Boy!
Condition? Depressed .
 
Love Becky and The Chief's haikus.The Curessa is right as usual with her take on interrupting. Susan gave me the chills. Wonderful work,People!
 
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