Garages should be simple: cars go in there. But in reality, it is not so simple. Let's haiku this week about those hidden treasures to be found in the garage. Here, I will go first:
My parents' garage
No car had ever entered
Mysteries abound!
Now it is your turn! Just use the 5/7/5 syllable pattern, and have some fun....
No garage, just shed
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Grill awaits summer!
My grandpa’s garage
ReplyDeleteSmelled of wood and oil and earth
Tools hanging on wall
In the eaves, boxes
ReplyDeleteLurk, living lives of untold
Splendor—friends of mice.
Ornaments of time
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Mingle hushed,ready.
And oh, the vast books!
ReplyDeleteOne could perish horribly
If a book were tossed !
The son’s comics,toys
ReplyDeleteDrafting tables, display shelves—
No car—only STUFF!
Oil, car wash mitts,Dirt—
ReplyDeleteVases from Bachman’s—where’s my
Autoharp—I might play!
Professor—I have to say a hale and hearty thank you for this amazing vehicle. I not only wrote a poem or two today, but it improved my mood considerably. So now, In addition to your professorial duties and responsibilities as a beacon of the law, fatherly and husbandly duties, you are now responsible for my mood. Congratulations! Please don’t screw it up! Just kidding!
ReplyDeleteSouth Arlington house
ReplyDeletewith garage. Yet, too narrow
to park an auto
My Falls Church house
ReplyDeletehas none. Garage I would build
But there's a big tree
My parents' garage
ReplyDelete1940 Pontiac
and tons of clutter!
Real men can never
ReplyDeleteHave enough garages so
I bought more houses
Clean just months ago
ReplyDeleteNoticed some changes today
Someone’s been busy