Category: Haiku

Tiny Irina
Will her bottle have Pepsi?
Good thing she’s nursing

Time to get a bed
One third of our lives spent there
The futon won’t do

Wait, how does it go?
How many syllables here?
Where’s the snack cakes, man?

We all need water
Without, we wither and die
Still cold down your pants

Space is much like life
Both beautiful and deadly
You must come equipped

When death comes for you
Rapping his scythe on your door
Hide under the couch

A new addiction
“World of Warcraft” has got us
Join our addiction!

So many fun games
Friends have gone separate ways
Need one uber-game!

So melancholy
How we miss our L.A. friends
Need teleporters

The “Daily Haiku”?
Not so daily as of late
Perhaps on Venus