I have a personal email account that I signed up for clear back in 1997. Within that email account, I long ago created a folder that I named Savin’ Stuffin’, which has been a repository for email messages that I felt should be kept indefinitely. … Continue reading Y2K Haikus
Copyright © 2007 by Cedric Williams
Immortal urine stains on my soul
God was tinkling and missed the bowl
How on earth did I get
On the floor near god’s toilet?
God’s apartment should never be
A hang-out for the likes of me
Much less should I have been sprawled
In the room where nature called
But how I got there doesn’t matter
I just care about the splatter
Of the immortal urine stream
Whose wet warmth woke me from a dream
My immortal soul has now been stained
And like god’s bladder, I feel drained
O how will I ever get my soul clean?
I need an ethereal washing machine
I do not like green eggs and phlegm.
I do not like them, Auntie Em.
I do not like them there nor here,
I do not like them with dark beer.
I would not eat them while in jail,
I would not while I’m out on bail.
I will not eat them in a stream,
I will not eat them with sour cream.
Not with parmesan that’s been grated,
Not even if they’re laminated!
I would not eat them off your fender,
I will not drink them from a blender.
I won’t insert them in my nose,
Won’t suck them through a garden hose.
I will not dip my *@!$ in them,
I DO NOT LIKE GREEN EGGS AND PHLEGM!
And now, a random haiku for your enjoyment:
Bite me viciously
If you wish to do so, Mike.
I mean, why not, eh?
And now, a northern Colorado haiku:
Geese are everywhere
Canada geese, full of poop
Make them go away
Voyages with Parkinson's 