Flotsam & jetsam
on the kitchen floor again
Refrigerator
(Sorry, I couldn't resist that last line—cheap bank shot. A 6th grader actually used it as his own poem in one of Neil's poetry classes and he—new to the wiles of young plagiarists—fell for it.
Haikus are easy,
But sometimes they don't make sense.
Refrigerator. —Rolf Nelson
Between you, me and the fence, I don't think Rolf actually wrote it. But he got first dibs credit for it when he slapped it on a teeshirt design for Threadless.com.)
Ahem. Tap, tap. Take 2. Where were we?
Ahem. Tap, tap. Take 2. Where were we?
Flotsam & jetsam
on the kitchen floor again
midnight snack shoreline
Messy kitchen floor:
I sing "Neil has eaten" to
Morning Has Broken
Dental floss—really?
kitchen floor's toothy practice
Late snack cavities
Tooth floss on the floor
Too far to toss, lazy? Or
trashbin lid glued shut?
Dental floss—thin worms
turning trash into soil
Crumbs seeding the floor
Tooth floss on the floor
Too far to toss, lazy? Or
trashbin lid glued shut?
Dental floss—thin worms
turning trash into soil
Crumbs seeding the floor
Secret late night snacks
a buffet of detritus
rings the kitchen floor
Ants ring last night's crumbs
like cowboys and indians
Snack patrol posse
I herd evidence
to the jaws of the dustpan
devouring crumbs
Broom song sweeps across
a kitchen floor crumb buffet
Dustpan mouth awaits
Late night snacku full
of empty calorie words
thickens the waistline
Counting syllables
playing a piano scale
left-handed solo
I don't like to count
words, but here I am counting
haiku insanity
(yeah, yeah, last line is six syllables.
Haiku are made of
Five syllables then seven
Then end with five more. —Anon
At least Anon's more honest than some.)
Numeric madness
a haiku insanity
unleashed on the page
Kitchen floor round up
riding shotgun with broom locked
& loaded again
A good thing the broom
isn't loaded or there'd be
a feast of carnage
A Rainman moment
counting last night's crumbs like rocks
no frogpond in sight
A good thing the thief
can't hear carnal kitchen thoughts
scribbled on the floor
Crumb calligraphy
commemorates late night snack
for literate ants
Ant literacy
written on counters and floors
erased by a broom
Late night snacku full
of empty calorie words
thickens the waistline
Counting syllables
playing a piano scale
left-handed solo
I don't like to count
words, but here I am counting
haiku insanity
(yeah, yeah, last line is six syllables.
Haiku are made of
Five syllables then seven
Then end with five more. —Anon
At least Anon's more honest than some.)
Numeric madness
a haiku insanity
unleashed on the page
Kitchen floor round up
riding shotgun with broom locked
& loaded again
A good thing the broom
isn't loaded or there'd be
a feast of carnage
A Rainman moment
counting last night's crumbs like rocks
no frogpond in sight
A good thing the thief
can't hear carnal kitchen thoughts
scribbled on the floor
Crumb calligraphy
commemorates late night snack
for literate ants
Ant literacy
written on counters and floors
erased by a broom
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