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Haiku: Where’s Waldo?

20 May

Airplanes are drafty.
Business shoes are not comfy.
I must pack my socks.

Fuzzy with red stripes,
they make people think, “Waldo.”
Jealous stares ensue.
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Haiku: Billy Mays, we should’ve listened

10 May
ShamWow: Where art thou?
I kicked over lemonade.
My floor is sticky.
.
Who is this Vince guy
that punched a prostitute’s face?
YOU are the mess, sir.

Lunchtime Haiku: My Suspicious Meal

21 Apr

Michaelangelo:
What meat is in your meatballs?
I don’t want to know.