Today I ask you
To predict 2003
In rhyming haiku
Me gaining weight
Me fending the women off
Me enjoying life
Forgot to rhyme the 5's, opps.
Syllables are 6
in "Pre-dict Two-thou-sand-three."
Let's write a quick fix.
Usability;
Executives take interest.
Standards promote quality.
Syllables are 6
in "Pre-dict Two-thou-sand-three."
Let's write a quick fix.
You're right, I can't count
Sometimes six sounds like seven
I'll fix it right now
here, drinking coffee
counting finger taps on desk
rhyming escapes me
drowning in schoolwork
pressure to satisfy self
yet sleep beckons me
Syllables are 6
in "Pre-dict Two-thou-sand-three."
Let's write a quick fix.
You're right, I can't count
Sometimes six sounds like seven
I'll fix it right now.
With "To," it's haiku.
You were so prompt to correct!
My hat's off to you.
more of the same things we knew from before
I don't like haiku
so show me the door
You people are the
weirdest guys that I know of
but I am not. Meh.
Signal versus Noise
will be redesigned again
Zeldman will rejoice
How embarrassing
to have screwed up the line breaks
stop your snickering
Next year I must rob
liquor stores or panhandle
without a new job
Chemical weapons.
Another Harry Potter.
Nuclear weapons.
The Republicans
get overconfident and
spoil all of their plans.
photography will
get better for as well
as my poetry
We will see nothing
but death and destruction now
that Bush thinks he's King
Bombs rain on Hussein
And elsewhere in the Mid East
Here we go again
(If only he could)
Dubya should read some hist'ry:
The Roman Empire
Predictions are made
Many lottos will be played
Work's better and paid.
New U2 album
Primary colors of rock
Viva la Bono!
I will learn to rhyme
When I go back to college
If I have the time
Fingers point and wave
lightness distant before the rumble
a chunk of Iraq lands in my backyard.
No cause? We'll fake it.
They hate our freedom to kill.
Nothing is sacred.
---
You're either with us
Or you're sitting atop oil--
In which case, you're toast.
on planet UK
we say two thousand *and* three
so it is OK
Torrents of bullets
Knocking men off of camels
Saddam, here we come!
Escaping my job
will have me streaking through snow
and into art school
Past visions of blue
passed from me to you... remain
post-nuclear hue
Unemployment rocks!
More free time but much less stress.
Oh crap, no income...
It is such a shame
People don't understand "Rhyme"
Well. They are just lame.
City in a rage
Wake up, smell the coffee shop
Turn another page
Alberto wins heart
or little bird flies the coop
Forget where to start
no great wisdom here
just rambling on at great length
see you all next year
I dont know how to do this haiku thing, is it 5 sylables then 5 sylabels or 7, then 5 again? is this one
I write the best rhyme
I know what u think
"she nailed it this time"
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great post