paris or bust

i wonder if in
paris fries are still called french
fries? (answer to come)

cannonball!

at the pool, german
jager bellies and shnitzel
buns were everywhere.

stom-ach(e)

and the reports will
say her cause of death was a
chocolate overdose.

merry christmas

"in Whoville they say
that the Grinch's small heart grew
three sizes that day."

off white christmas

cold enough to snow
here, but the greedy clouds keep
it all to themselves.

(happy christmas eve to all!)

100

i never thought i'd
stick with this long enough to
reach a hundred posts.

dancing (possibly drunk) santa

this santa could groove
as he shook his belly to
the beat of the tune.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJFlpx9ad90
(see for yourself)

lucky

tonight clouds parted
and i fell asleep under
a blue starry sky.

kindergarten pajama party

schwarz-e-na-gger had
it easy compared to what
i went through today.

(nothing makes you feel more loved than a group of kindergarteners fighting to hold your hand and sit in your lap. oh and take no offense arnold, sorry if the spelling is off...too lazy to look it up today.)

in flight tuck in

sleeping, i must have
looked cold as the stranger layed
her blanket on me.

sweet tooth

outside my window
a sheet of cotton candy
covers germany.

(imagine how happy all the german kids are when it rains! no wonder bad teeth are common in europe.)

sugar lips

with lips sweet as the
tea we drank, i didn't want
to open my eyes.

why, what a nice skull you have there

my fingers scaled mt.
cranium and then strolled through
temporal valley.

(insert title here)

staring blankly at
the screen i think it's my first
bout of haiku block.

ground control to major tom

we saw a streak
of white against a moonless
sky, worth 10 wishes.

lisp

if i thspoke with a
lisp, when read, my haikuths would
thsound thsomething like thisth.

h.r.

my ear pressed against
his chest i could hear the
beating of his heart.

bellybuttonless

adam and eve have
never had a bad case of
bellybutton lint.

sounds like pants!

the zip zip zip sound
my courdoroy pants make follows
me around campus.

days counted by cups of coffee

if i slept...the best
part of waking up would be
folgers in my cup.

sound sleeper

bopping his head to
the beat of music or did
he just fall asleep?

oh tutu!

in my new tutu,
i dance and twirl around the
room to "super freak".

(it should be a part of everyone's wardrobe. everything is funner in a tutu.)

why do all dogs go to heaven?

"...unlike people, dogs
are naturally good
and loyal and kind."
-whippet angel

(for fritzy.)