Rue today

jerf wrote:
http://marquee.blogs.cnn.com/2010/06/03/golden-girl-rue-mcclanahan-dies-at-76/?hpt=T2

I look at Reaper
with wary shake of finger
Leave Betty alone

*needle scratching across record*

jerf wrote:
STUNNING
BREAKING: Al and Tipper Gore decide to separate
Posted: June 1st, 2010 12:24 PM ET

From CNN Chief National Correspondent John King
Washington (CNN) - A longtime family friend of Al and Tipper Gore confirms to CNN that the Gores . . .

dj's haiku cycle of mourning in response:
WHAT?

What we talkin' 'bout

Herfi wrote:

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20100528/ap_en_ot/us_people_gary_coleman

maybe short in size

but if greatness were height

you would be Yao Ming.

sweet prince of sitcoms,

join your costars in the sky---

say hey to Dana!

D-lists and rap sheets

Sordid stories on the news.

Willis all alone.

(NI)

DJ wrote:

i can almost laugh again . . .

It is under some duress

that we at Priddy wish Brigitte Bardot a happy birthday.

Apparently you are
a major bigot ass hat.
But I like your hair.

Nyet!

don't you dare, young man!

get yourself right out of bed;

go and write your show.

buck up! brace yourself!

turn that frown upside down, friend!

one stroke's not *so* bad.

i'm not ready, pal,

to say goodbye to penguin jokes,

bring kin covered dish.

Decided, unequivocal, heart-rending boo

Sir Eighties Zeitgeist

keeled over on a sidewalk

in New York today.

Celluloid teen angst:

"Fred, she's gotten her boobies!"

Modern classic, that.

Scrunch your legwarmers,

light a candle or sixteen

for our buddy John.

Four quarters short

Jerf wrote th'other day:

Yahweh says, "Heeeeeeere's ED!"

in great studio in sky;

God's Star Search is done.

Why a titch little tiny bit of free time at work can actually promote productivity

Today at work my spouse received an email from his assistant with the following text:
G,
As you requested.
--B

HAIKU THERAPY

Obamas in town
Congestion and traffic jams
My commute is bad

Hark! Inauguration!
Celebrators invade town
Must get up early

Obama is here
Inaugural invaders
Traffic headache mess

The gift that keeps on giving

Roo wrote:
A holiday haiku cycle for your blog

A merry Christmas,
Happy Hanukkah,
Heck, toss in Kwanzaa.

It's holiday soup!
A sav'ry bowl of good cheer
Plus, there are presents.

Date night

DJ composed for her caro sposo:

A Haiku in Celebration of a Momentous Postal Occurence:

diner just arrived.
you can watch it tonight, babe.
me? i think i'll snore.

O happy shoe

o felicitous footwear that did sail,
o laudable loafer,
o pleasing pump, soaring to erstwhile unknown heights,
celebrated clog,
even if your aim was not true
your antecedents ever were.
blessed boot,
i take off my sock to you.

Philosophy

Hoser attributes to Scott Adams the following:
Dance like it hurts.
Love like you need money.
Work when people are watching.

Protect your pockets

In reviewing The Memory of Earth by Orson Scott Card, Mr. KBS wrote:

Yet more genius kids

Saving civilization . . .

Boy, I'm a slacker.

RIP, Maddie

Jerf wrote:
Rest well, authoress.
Sad to hear you passed, though thought
you dead already.


Madeleine L'Engle, 1917-2007

Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery

This Is Just to Say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
-- by William Carlos Williams



This Is Just to Say
I have squeezed
the oranges
that were hanging
from the tree

and which
you were probably
saving
for mimosas

Forgive me
they were delicious
but no buzz with brunch
--by Valencia



This Is Just to Say
I broke
your leg
while we
were at the dance
last night

Forgive me
I am so clumsy
and your feet
are too big
--by Valencia

A heated exchange on the occasion of Steve Irwin's untimely passing

DJ wrote:
Since we're on a roll, let me know by tonight if anyone wants to go in on flowers for Steve Irwin's family.

B (Mr. Roo) wrote:
You have spent way too much time thinking of Steve Irwin today. True, we will all miss him, but you called Roo *this morning* to talk about it. It's now the middle of the afternoon!

DJ wrote:
There is no such thing as "too much time thinking of Steve Iriwn," heart of ice. Now cough up your freaking $15.00.

Crocodile tears
coursing down my ruddy cheeks:
Crikey! Steve's no more.

Heart of ice says: "You
should spend less time mourning him!"
I say, "G'day, mate."

Angry crocs and pissed-
off rhinos were par for the
course; courage, old bloke!

Fifteen ruddy bucks
buys a carnation bouquet.
B says, "No way, man—

"I will spend my bucks
on fast cars and loose women!
Screw that lunatic."

So, I cry alone,
crocodile tears of pain,
coursing down my cheeks.


Steve Irwin, 1962-2006

What RMJS saw on her trip to Vegas

Roo wrote:
Quidem? On one hand,
The contortionist holds strong.
Cirque du Soleil rocks!

Monkey on her back

On the occasion of having written seventeen bad haikus in seven days Roo wrote:
Should we intervene?
She is a total addict!
No, it’s just haiku.

Half-Pint takes a lover

Roo wrote:
Buck-toothed little girl,
I have never felt like this.
Manly! Oh, Manly!

Do-It-Yourself

Roo wrote:
"D, help pick the paint.
I've finished all the priming."
Oh no, Buffy's on.

Thank God—commercial.
There are too many options.
I just can't decide!

Three options are good.
"Champagne seemed so straightforward."
Wait, this one's nice too.

Can of paint in hand,
G works on home improvement.
D sits on her ass.