Tuesday March 5th, 2013

The exercise:

Write two haiku about: roadkill.

Because... uh... um... hey, listen. I don't have to explain myself to you. Just get yourselves to writing!

In other news: my tax filing issue has been resolved. By something incredibly not obvious, at all.



To you and I, it's
nasty, repulsive - but to
vultures it's dessert.

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You say it sounds cold,
but I truly believe: no
crosswalk means fair game.


Greg said...

Roadkill? Did you tell Max he could choose what to have for dinner, and then he pointed at a dead hedgehog at the side of the road? As it goes, I'm pretty certain there's a roadkill cookbook out there somewhere (ok, I checked. See here and then spare a moment to wonder if anyone actually cooks from them).
Congratulations on getting the taxes sorted; and at least it's been cleared up fairly quickly, for all the problem shouldn't have arisen in the first place.
I prefer your second haiku better today, though your first one is pithy and accurate :)

Roadrunner is dead.
The Coyote's not happy –
he won't eat roadkill.


Hey kids! Lunch is done!
It was cook'd out in the sun,
Flatten'd rabbit rocks!

Marc said...

Greg - no, not quite :P

Your second haiku almost makes roadkill sound appetizing. Almost.