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Shannon’s having a fun contest today. Why not sharpen your number 2’s and fire off a few back-to-school haiku? You must enter today before 8pm CST. Here are mine:
Pencils with sharp points,
four black dry erase markers,
One large box of Puffs.

On the night before,
walking sounds like such a good
idea. Not now.

“Mom, my tummy hurts.”
(I will miss you when I’m gone).
What’s a mom to do?

Fluffer nutter sand-
wich, pretzels, and a pudding.
Better than hot lunch.

No long socks at gym.
Teacher demands perfect jump-
ing jacks. I’m tired, Mom.

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It’s Haiku Buckaroo time again at My Mommy’s Place. Why don’t you submit your haiku? Deadline is this Friday. Here are mine:

Yellow bird sees me
singing at the end of day
perched on a high wire.

Head unpacks the day
four feet shuffle slowly
fingers intertwine.

Feet hit warm water
bright colored day dreams begin
fish nibble dead skin.

Sun shines on water
kids skip rocks across the lake
minnows swarm slowly.

Shaded woodland path
air grows cooler instantly
the day melts away.

Garlic basil cheese
linguine with olive oil
Last, toasted pine nuts.

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A word from my fridge

We’ve been having fun playing with the magnetic haiku set the Haiku Buckaroo won over at My Mommy’s Place. I thought you might enjoy an occasional selection from the fridge.

This one’s appropriate for an evening benediction.

Mouth do give my house of happy dream whisper

‘Night, everyone.

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Yea! I won a prize, people. Ok, it was random, but it’s still a really great prize (a matted photo of Allison’s). And I got an honorable mention. And my honey is the haiku buckaroo! Go congratulate him and go check out the other winners. I thought everyone did a great job on this contest.

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Haiku Buckaroo voting


Go enjoy the great haiku, and cast your vote for your faves.

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So…there’s an “erotic haiku” category in the Haiku Buckaroo contest. If this makes you close your eyes, cover your ears, and start screaming “lalalalagoawaybadman,” click away now.


Lips part, breath quickens
tongue searches for another
my love, kiss me now.

Legs jostle and rub
hurrying to the climax
savoring each step.

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Baby wipes his nose
on his shirt. Oh Lord, when will
February end?

try it

here’s a couple more…

Driveway slippery
snow forecast for tonight
d@*# shovel beckons

Bitter cold assaults
Nose hairs crystallize and stick
Lungs fill and empty

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