Friday, May 01, 2026

 

Haiku Friday: What's in the garage?

 


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....


Comments:
No garage, just shed
Mower, clippers, shovel, rake
Grill awaits summer!
 
My grandpa’s garage
Smelled of wood and oil and earth
Tools hanging on wall
 
In the eaves, boxes
Lurk, living lives of untold
Splendor—friends of mice.
 
Ornaments of time
Christmas,Easter,Valentines
Mingle hushed,ready.
 
And oh, the vast books!
One could perish horribly
If a book were tossed !


 
The son’s comics,toys
Drafting tables, display shelves—
No car—only STUFF!
 
Oil, car wash mitts,Dirt—
Vases 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!
 
South Arlington house
with garage. Yet, too narrow
to park an auto
 
My Falls Church house
has none. Garage I would build
But there's a big tree

 
My parents' garage
1940 Pontiac
and tons of clutter!
 
Real men can never
Have enough garages so
I bought more houses

 
Clean just months ago
Noticed some changes today
Someone’s been busy
 
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