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.
Ridiculous.
Mine:
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.
2 comments:
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 :)
Roadkill
Roadrunner is dead.
The Coyote's not happy –
he won't eat roadkill.
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Hey kids! Lunch is done!
It was cook'd out in the sun,
Flatten'd rabbit rocks!
Greg - no, not quite :P
Your second haiku almost makes roadkill sound appetizing. Almost.
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