Tuesday February 3rd, 2015

The exercise:

Write two haiku about: the umpire.

Other than my nose being one of the most disgusting places on the planet, I'm feeling much better now. I would appreciate this matter coming to a satisfactory conclusion by the time I wake up tomorrow morning.

Kat ended up cancelling class with the kids today, so she was around to give me a brief break from Max after lunch. It made a big difference, even if it was less than half an hour.

Took him to the playground down the hill after my rest and we had a lot of fun kicking and throwing around the three hockey pucks that had been left in the street hockey area. I enjoy living in a trusting little town.

Anyway. Now I pretty much have to find a couple of hockey sticks for us to use, so I shall be checking the thrift store in Penticton at the next possible opportunity.


After all this time
it's still just He said, She said;
I'll watch this no more

*     *     *

Strike three, you're out! Wait...
what do you mean that was the
first pitch of the game?


Greg said...

It sounds like you should cordon off your nose and direct people to stay away from the area :) Still, it sounds like you're around the magic number of seven days, so the cold should be pretty much packing up and leaving for its winter holidays elsewhere. So... do all Canadians learn to play hockey by the time they're three? :-D
I think I like your second haiku better this week as I am imagining a fairly dozy umpire who's making the rules up as he's going along, but I like the misdirection inherent in your first too!

The umpire
My hypnotic gaze
Compels you to bare your throat...
You said vampire, right?

Constant back and forth
Hurts my neck, so for this match
I'm making scores up.

Anonymous said...

I'm glad you're starting to feel better! I think I like the second haiku better.

The Umpire:

Day in and day out
I call the shots that I see:
Is he safe or out?

Who will watch my life?
See their actions and they’re worth?
Is he safe or out?

Marc said...

Greg - as soon as I read 'cordon off your nose' I was expecting you to suggest that I sell tickets. I must admit to feeling a little disappointed...

I'm not sure Max will fully understand the rules of hockey before he turns three, but that hasn't stopped him from playing his version of it. I honestly have no idea what the rules are in his head, but I can definitely say they are not strictly adhering to the real rulebook.

Heh, your second haiku feels too true to not be my favorite this week :)

Ivybennet - thanks!

That's an intriguing pair of haiku you have there. Really feels like they could be expanded into a longer story (and one that I would like to read!).