Haiku weekend start
Lazy Friday afternoon
Sheet marks on my face
Bored kid this summer.
Mom’s contemplating a drink.
Stop jumping on me.
Mom what’s a haiku?
A kind of poem honey.
I don’t get it – why?
The princess wonders
How long is haiku weekend?
I laugh like crazy.
Two dozen squirrels
Birds, bunnies, snakes, a woodchuck
You bet I got nuts
Oh Charlie Bucket
“I got a golden ticket. . . “
Grandpa‘s not mobile
Another haiku
Isopropyl alcohol
Non-sequiturs rule
She watches, judging.
I am guilty! Poor example!
Soda for breakfast.
Saturday morning
Her Majesty has one request:
Stop talking haiku.
Incessant rainfall
I try to mask my despair
No yard work today
Every child’s dream
Particle board furniture
Damn I froze my beer
We built a bookshelf
Went better than expected
Just my toe got smooshed
Guy across the street
Didn’t get the rain I guess
Broke the “no mow” code
Sunday evening dusk
Barbecue hot dog food fight
That’ll leave a mark
Sweet baby Jesus
Haiku induced insomnia
Stop counting dammit
