I’m a Poet and I Didn’t Know It
I was feeling a tad bit poetic today, so I sat myself down with a pen and a notepad with the intent of gettin’ down to some serious poetin’. Aaaand…nuthin’. Zip. Nil. I would say I drew a blank if only I had put pen to paper, but ink ne’er besmirched wood pulp. The only verses even slightly poetic running through my mind all began with, "There once was a girl from Nantucket." And I’m pretty sure I’ve heard that one before. So I had strawberry shortcake instead. We all did, in fact. And as I watched Aurora pull her hair back with a head band in that carelessly fashionable way that only a two year old could pull off, and then dive face first, mouth wide open, into a huge pile of whipped cream, it hit me. I had found my muse.
So, without further ado,
I’ve written for you
A whipped cream haiku.
Fluffy white whipped cream
From the can not five minutes
Now flat, still dee-lish!
I can see your tears of joy, but, please, no applause!
Humor-Blogs.com always maintains a 5-7-5 syllabic structure!
Hilarious and very creative! I love it. I am not a poet and I know it.
Comment by Heidi — March 16, 2008 @ 9:32 am
Your haiku brought smiles
and peace to this start of my
Sunday morning hell
You know how it is — get the kids fed, maybe a nap (if we’re lucky), get them dressed … all while grabbing notes for talking to the YW, the snack you are bringing for Nursery, getting the face put on, and waiting to see if your husband can swing back from the church so you can arrive as a family (which certainly helps you to avoid the post-church “I want Daddy! Daddy go! Waaaaaaah!!!!!” meltdown.) ^_^
I love our religion. I’d just love it better if the kids were unconscious. ^_^
Comment by Allanna — March 16, 2008 @ 9:36 am