Showing posts with label haiku. Show all posts
Showing posts with label haiku. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

What rhymes with "Nantucket"?

It's that time again,
Time to show our skills are mad:
Game night proves they are.

On Sunday night, Than, Susie, Mandy, Lance, and myself were in attendance.

For those unfamiliar with the creation of these masterpieces, let me explain. For game night, we usually get one piece of paper per person and write the first line of a haiku (5-7-5 syllables) or a limerick ("There was a young man from Japan," etc.), pass them on, write the second line of our neighbor's, and so on, until all the poems are finished. The results are usually clever and occasionally brilliant.

Here are the best poems, in my opinion, from our latest game night:

Limericks
It's a shame that "Mother's" went under
Buying all those shares was a blunder
My house has foreclosed
It might be bulldozed
And what sweets can console me, I wonder?

My roommate is wearing a dress
I think he's had too much stress
Brewskies galore
Now he's on the floor
And he looks kinda hot...but I digress.

Haikus
Sweet ringtones galore
And I found the perfect one:
"Ding-a-ling-a-ling!"

There's gold in them thar
Thick and sturdy molar teeth -
transplanted wisdom.

Big banking's fizzled
The subprime market's collapsed
Death comes unexpect--

Monday, April 7, 2008

We have mad haiku skillz.

We (my family, Than, Susie, Lance, and Mandy) spent much of the weekend playing Robert Surprise, where each person writes a line in a haiku. Here are some of the gems resulting from our game:

"Cheerio, old sport!"
Ironic, considering
redneck upbringing.

Keep the ole chin up,
You undead rebel soldier.
It's Taco Tuesday.

Innocence was here,
but left before I caught up.
D'you have her number?


These are the ones I can remember, though there were many, many more good ones.

Since I'm recording them, I want to commemorate what I consider the best haiku, written in one of the first rounds of this improvised game, many years ago. Mindy and Susan deserve two-thirds of the credit, and I can't remember the third author:

Weevils in the wheat;
Must be a hundred of them.
Sounds like Rice Krispies.