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  • Today’s Haiku

    Posted by Jonathan on June 16th, 2004 (All posts by )

    Broccoli on sale
    Like an idiot, bought two
    Now turning yellow

     

    12 Responses to “Today’s Haiku”

    1. In-Cog-Nito Says:

      I always do that. The worst is when I go to Costco. A week later, we usually throw half of what we bought out.

    2. Jonathan Says:

      There’s also this.

      I’m getting hungry.

    3. Angie Schultz Says:

      Dumb Chicagoboy!
      Steam broccoli lightly; freeze
      Keeps a good long while

    4. Jonathan Says:

      Thank you, wise Angie
      (Practical blogging — who knew?)
      I’ll eat more veggies!

    5. Andy B Says:

      Jonathan,
      Sounds like you need a few more mouths to feed down there, I’ll send my kids. Or you could just gorge yourself and have a massive colon blow the next day.

    6. In-Cog-Nito Says:

      Project got pushed back,
      InCog bored out of his mind,
      Chicagoboyz helps.

    7. In-Cog-Nito Says:

      Eat, poop, and slumber,
      That’s what babies do all day,
      Not a bad life eh?

    8. Lex Says:

      “Massive colon blow”
      Repulsive mental image
      No thanks for sharing

      Cauliflower too
      Frequently rots in the fridge
      Since no one likes it

    9. Rick Says:

      Lots of vitamins,
      and Metamucil daily.
      No need for fresh stuff.

    10. Jonathan Says:

      Ha! Maybe we should do this more often.

    11. In-Cog-Nito Says:

      Oxtail, garlic, salt,
      Cabbage, carrot, onion, cook,
      Three hours, tasty soup.

    12. Patch Adams Says:

      Wonderful Haiku! The combination of libertarian capitalism and minimalist Asian poetry yields unexpected pleasures – a virtual fortune cookie of Friedman-esque whimsy.

      I had a friend who was off to Port Moresby, Papua New Guinea. His experiences were best summed up by the following haiku, which he was “inspired” to write:

      Skeeters sting all night
      Cannot sleep: I have strange dreams.
      Send more quinine please.