Showing posts with label fake haiku. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fake haiku. Show all posts

Monday, June 30, 2008

A shout-out, II

sharon is such a
good friend; she knows what it's like
to walk in my shoes

and in my sweater
(the hot pink cardigan/shrug),
and my brown jacket.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

A shout-out

sharon tang-quan, i
am writing you a poem;
this is your shout-out.

you are a creeper,
even if david barta
knows your middle name.

yeah, i guess it's weird
that your big game ticket is
up on his corkboard.

-- by Lisa, with the help of Anna, composed at House of Curries

Friday, June 20, 2008

getting off early

my boss is so kind
he said, "if you're still here at
four, i'll be upset"

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Wednesday, June 11, 2008