Seventeen tiny
syllables to describe your
lunchtime joy today.
That's it. That's everyone's assignment. Due to some demand last week, and the fact that I have no good ideas for my post, please describe todays lunch (or other random musings) in haiku form.
So? WFL?
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Still recovering
I want an Angles burger
Must eat that tonight
Saw Jo this Morning
Getting off the bus downtown
What are the chances?
Unicorn's birthday,
the party was the mostest,
everybody drunk
that didn't haiku very well
A "burget" sounds good,
But gravy and runny eggs?
A tad excessive.
One All day meeting.
No conference call number.
I work with smart peeps.
Did not book travel.
Do not want free food today.
I will sit in office.
missed borat movie
had beers at hooters instead
girls there aren't that cute
today's lunch is curry
but it's not as good as the
sauce from saturday
Borat Borat Bo-
rat Borat Borat Borat,
Borat Borat Bo-
HaterTot, did I
see you cutting Unicorn’s
cake with dental floss?
manhattan weekend
leaves my pockets quite empty
searching for free food
Haiku keeps it real
I am kicking it hardcore
I going to Africa
soup, soup, soup, soup, soup,
and sandwich, sandwich, sandwich,
make my sneezing stop.
I will answer for
HT--that was straw. Very
MacGuyver of her.
Fun fete for Lady
A. Recovering Sunday
meant 5 Guys. Still full.
Missed Jury Duty
Again. On hold, trying to
reschedule again.
Party was fun. Not
hungover but full of gas
instead. Pasta Yum!
hot chili with cheese
turkey club/avocado
yummy in tummy
too hungry to wait
a cuban sandwich i bought
ATM saves me
Still so so sleepy
may grab soup for lunch today
because it is close.
Lady A's party
Made my head go a-swimmin'
With booze and women.
Last call Fri. and Sat.
Made Sunday lazy lazy
But cooked Sun. dinner
Lunch is leftover
sauteed vegetables over
fresh egg linguine
Scallops in white wine
sauce with steamed asparagus
Got me in her pants.
I play my cards right,
my leftover lunch will get
me in my pants, too.
Earthquake, you charmer,
you know you had you at "booze."
Shut up and kiss you.
Million things to do,
didn't even get coffee,
will pass out at 3.
lunch will be salad
fat-free, lo-cal, and tasteless
diet starts today.
siiiiiiiiiiiiigh
i lie. too hungry
for a salad. will get a
sandwich instead. sigh.
enough lunch-ku. Great party/food lady A! The cake was the bomb! I hope you were eventually found on Saturday!
was i lost?
Quit drinking Sat nite
at the right time, seems to me
got home in time...Poo
when i left, there was no sign of you! so, um, belated goodbye! i figured you were probably in the loo or the loo line...
Skate, Punch, Rap... Aww... Yeah
U. S. A. is Aww, Yeah Too
Lady Fans, Aww Yeah!!
Ill Mitch never got haiku too much. It is like poems with rules, but dumb rules and you can't fence me in any wise with rules. It's like trying to rap with a mad lib. Those are dumb. Always end up:
"So Mitch hops on his penis board whice is penis and danger. he ride like the penis to the penis office where he get a orange package. Oh penis he say, it's the penis i penis'ed"
Haiku is dumb poem
mad libs are for retards too.
Rap is where it's at
shish tawook for lunch,
lots of mayo on sandwich
not mideastern-y
seriously. shish tawook panini. sounds vaguely indian/iranian/middle eastern somehow. so how does a huge glob of mayo fit in there? it's a mystery. i would think mayo would go bad very quickly in the desert heat.
ill mitch, your poems
sound like perverted version
of smurfy smurfs. hee!
I'm coming down to where you are, Lisa Haiku.
To shake you like a crying baby, Lisa Haiku
Unless you're hot, Lisa haiku.
then, it's Please to meet you.
Don't want to get in
Between Lisa and Mitch fued
But Cosi for lunch.
sweet lisa and mitch
use haikus for love and sex
not venom and bile
It's ok, Lisa,
I have stopped crying . . . for now.
want more lunch. oink oink.
Line separating
Love and sex from venom/bile
is fine. Fine, indeed.
my pants are so tight
eating needs to stop right now
but i still want sauce
make love not war please
this is a peaceful blog land
think of happy thoughts
want to take a nap
do not want to get fired
must grab a coffee
I'm not sure how this happened, but OWFL has gone from helping friends do lunch, to helping new friends fall in love, to now helping people court themselves.
Let the evolution continue!
By the way, does anyone out there watch BSG, and in particular did any of you watch the latest episode?
Brilliance.
Me thinks Ill Mitch has
a little crush on Lisa.
Schoolboys tease crushes.
Ill Mitch Hard, like Ice Cube
Not Sweet Like Ice -T
Love and Sex sound good though
Ill mitch is Me, Yo
I am Ill Mitch up in this
Not some character
It is Cool Lisa
girls always think they know me
it's cuz I'm Sexy.
ILL Mitch has no crush on girls.
They never break me heart.
Mitch is too smart.
Check the raps
...you need me and I accept it,
I believe in love I'm no skeptic.
Hey ladies fans,
want to fall in love
you fit with me like a boxing glove
It goes on, but I don't want to make all the panties wet of all the girl bloggers here.
Please no spoiler Jo
BSG is favorite
quiet till then Jo?
I may have to start a new "TV Lunch" post on the new blog...should it ever get off the ground...
I was right about
getting in to my own pants.
I luv-luv-luved it.
you ever have a day
where you want to call in sick
from drinking drain-o?
HT and LC
gave me a lovely fryer
I will gain five pounds.
wings, fries, onion rings
They will all get fried in fat
then I will eat them.
just browsing my space
surprising how many gays
Catholic School turned out
Seriously. I just looked at my graduating class and there's like 5 or 6 dudes who i would not have predicted woudl turn out gay. There's also 2 or 4 of which nobody ever had a doubt.
Who knew that an all boys catholic school would have so many gay graduates.
Um, yeah...surprising.
Or not even a little.
All-boys makes all boyz.
I'll go with not even a little. Thanks Quake. You always have the right insight at the right time.
methamphetamines
can make a holy man touch
another's tooter
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