Thursday, May 21, 2009

Why buy the cow . . .

So, I know I said I was time-releasing my haikus, tantric-style, to tease you along, giving over just the bare minimum necessary to keep you longing for more, and more, and more. But I’m the kind of girl that gives it up easy. The kind that gives the milk for free so you never have to buy the cow. So without further ado, here is the fast and furious finish to the What My Son Said Haiku Collection.


I already know
what coffee tastes like Mommy --
smoke and marshmallows.

No. 3

We’re doing a play.
I’m Hook, Peter, and Wendy.
Sec can be the plank.

No. 4

“Bitch” is not a nice
word. “Gun”either. What about
“son of a pork bun.”