This is the time of year for homecoming dances. Where I live, you know all about because you see awkward and not-so-awkward kids out and about in nice clothes, perhaps sitting at a restaurant or taking pictures by a lake. I remember our homecoming dances in high school well-- and they were both awkward and not-so-awkward, depending on the year.
Let's haiku about that this week. Here I will go first:
Putting on a tie
Not a normal part of life
An assist from Dad.
Now it is your turn! Just use the 5/7/5 syllable pattern and have some fun!
Enormous fluffy
ReplyDeletemums as big as my head. That’s
Texas Homecomings.
Never went to one
ReplyDeleteNo self confidence at all
Nor prom. Still bitter
I was told someone,
ReplyDeleteasked me to homecoming, but
alas, a rumor
He never knew I
found out, but I still carry
Memory, knowing
We had cotillion:
ReplyDeleteRented tux and formal dress.
A high school clown show.
Couldn’t get a date
ReplyDeleteto save my life in high school,
no hoco for me.
Now as a mom and
teacher I cheer the parade,
gasp at the dresses.
(Des)