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.
Showing posts with label fake haiku. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fake haiku. Show all posts
Monday, June 30, 2008
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
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"
he said, "if you're still here at
four, i'll be upset"
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
in honor of my friend, david
a great use of time
was when he recorded him-
self playing starfox
was when he recorded him-
self playing starfox
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
maria, thank you
thanks for in-
dulging me today
re: our blog
dulging me today
re: our blog
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