The children are now
wild monkeys, caged animals;
please, God, send us Spring!
And for the gross category...
Sticky, brown mass plops;
Naked baby squeals; Mom screams,
"No! Not my clean floor!"
Write your own haiku, and maybe you can win this year's haiku buckaroo contest!
(Thanks, Elaine, for letting me know about it!)
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Too funny, although I'm sure it's not funny when it's A)your kids and B)recent.
If I think of a haiku poem, it will probably be about my kid's dirty underwear. I'll leave it at that LOL!
Ha ha! The second had me giggling. And the first...I can so relate.
Thanks for entering the contest! Good luck!
Christine -- The wild animal thing has been going on for a good month now. The other -- ahem -- incident was just last night! Nasty!
leslie -- thanks for stopping by...and running the contest! Very fun.
Caged monkeys indeed!
Hey! You're a category finalist!!!
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