National Poetry Day

Apparently today is National Poetry Day.  Who knew?  In celebration, I thought I’d write some haiku.  Sonnets are just far too daunting.  Limericks are fun, but they have a day all their own.  Maya Angelou eat your heart out.  (By the by, do you think she and Oprah ever get drunk and sit around writing dirty limericks?)

post Pieworks Pizza
must walk many miles in cold
before eating more

when Mom says penis
she adds a lisp on the ending
giggles soon follow

who knew that a kiln
could be lifted by two peeps
holy crap I’m sore

sleeping in a bunk
makes me feel like the tallest
girl in Greensboro

we will take Grandpa
for a meal of deep fried fish
at Libby Hill’s soon

haiku is a good
excuse to not write much today
for I am lazy

I even tricked Mom and Dad into contributing their own poems in celebration of today.  You can probably guess which one wrote what, eh?

am I going to
wear my green or purple pants
only one is clean

one, two, three, four, five
one, two, three, four, five, six, six
five, four, three, two, one