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Haikus

The only thing I can seem to write right now are Haikus. Maybe I should become a poet. Ha. Ha. Ha.


Haiku for an Earwig:                                            
Earwig crawling by
So gross and unwelcome here
Go somewhere and die.


     Haiku for Baby Moth:
     You are so very small
     Babies are usually cute
     But not you Baby Moth


          Haiku for College Major Switch:
          Who knows what I'll do
          But tonight I'll write haikus
          Major switch, maybe?


               Haiku for Facebook:
               You were addicting
               Now you are just a measure
               Of complete nothing


                    Haiku for my dog:
                    Nope, you're not sneaky
                    I see you eating my cereal
                    You can't hide behind guitars


                         Haiku for Mitt Romney's Dog:
                         I know you like air
                         Sitting on the roof isn't good
                         Romney left you there ;)


                    Haiku for Zippers:
                   Oh zipper, please stay
                   Or people will think I'm dumb
                   And say the alphabet


               Haiku for Aliens:
               Dearest Aliens, hello!
               I know you work for NASA
               Hiding your existence


          Haiku for stalkers:
          Go away creeper
          Or else I'll call the police
         How's jail feel buddy?


     Haiku for Dresses:
     Whenever I try
     To look nice and or girly
     The wind blows you up.


Haiku for the Dryer:
You make my clothes warm
And shrink them so they're too small.
I am sad yet glad


     Haiku for Writer's Block:
     I have writer's block
     So I'm writing haiku's here
     For no one to read.
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  1. KathyJune 27, 2012 at 8:01 AM

    You are so fun and creative Kylee. You make me happy!

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