Tuesday, March 11, 2008

17 syllables

There is a long and storied tradition of sardonic haikus among my circle of friends (beginning with the now-famous Disco Haiku by RB: "I bought a record/I then bought some Brut cologne/I am set to go"). In that grand tradition, I bring you some thoughts on

Coping With Frickin Cancer Haikus *

Plan A Was Trying To Be Strong Haiku

Cancer's tough both ways
Instead, plan B: Irritate Scott.
Eat donuts, nails. Drink.

Plan B Failed Haiku

Plan B is right out.
In fat pants, I cry to Scott
about fingernails.

Next Plan Haiku

C: Mourn in public.
When people ask how I am,
weep wildly. Beat chest.

Plan D is Running or Eagles Song Haiku

Who can go the distance?
It is indeed a long run.
Run away; run home.

*I am poking fun at maudlinness here; please indulge my overstatements.

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At 2:25 PM, Blogger sarah's_mom said...

Ok, I have never really been ANY good at Haiku (much less spelling it ...i had to go back to your post!)... but if I understand what you wrote, the translation would actually be "THIS CANCER SUCKS!"

At 9:20 PM, Blogger Jana said...

my favorite by far is--

"in fat pants I cry to Scott about fingernails." I about fell off my chair.

i love you for these.

At 11:22 AM, Blogger Mel said...

I wish we were back
At Dr. Pepper hour.
Ah, those were the days...


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