Saturday, November 24, 2007

In the Middle of the Night, I Steal Ideas

From Peter, at the Virtual World, I found out about the haiku blog post. Go over and check his out.

Leaving Work at 7:15 am, I Pass the Hotel Playground

Eight men stand there, proud.
They point to their bucks: hanging
from the swingset; dead.


Peter said...

Hi RJ:
I like this.
"Tales from the heartland."

Jeff said...

Hey RJ,
I'm no poet, but here goes:

This job is a bore.
Some of the people aren't.
Most of them are, though.

Jeff said...

Part Deux

Most of them are bores
And one of them is a sow.
We have both kinds here.

You know what I'm talking about RJ. Sorry couldn't resist. Bad haiku.