My boredom is stunning. Wow! I've never felt quite this shockingly dulled!
So, I ask you to send me a Haiku. Make this Haiku about your respect for this blog. If you do so, I shall be overwhelmington. The joyfulness will strike me like Mjolnir. I will weep and beg for less happiness because it is driving me batsh*t insane.
You cut my eyes out,
ReplyDeleteGobble, gobble, gobble, yum.
The iris tastes good.
HOLY OUCH BATMAN!
ReplyDeleteThe new lily sinks.
ReplyDeleteGoodbye to youthful lovers.
Old age sets in fast.
Matt Freeman, writer.
ReplyDeleteMatt Freeman, superhero.
Matt Freeman, blogger.
Blogging at your job
ReplyDeleteRe: how bad you are at it...
A bad idea.
I read in secret
ReplyDeletedaily, wondering how I
can make you like me.
Dear Lord! My shame is overwhelming!
ReplyDeleteI am told to write
ReplyDeletehaiku for Matt but I
do not like the form
Blogger--your feelings
ReplyDeleteare not in this blog enough.
Who has betrayed you?
I agree with Kyle.
ReplyDeleteDid Good Shepherd teach you nil?
I heart rent money.
Ruhl--ubiquitous
ReplyDeleteName. Is it one syllable,
Or two. Isherwood?
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ReplyDeleteDaily I plot how
ReplyDeleteI can destroy
Matt Freeman utterly
Star Wars. Transformers.
ReplyDeleteDouble-u double-u E.
My prince is a geek!
I suck at haikus
ReplyDeleteI always use too many
words, but I agree that . . . DAMMIT!
Soothing color scheme
ReplyDeletePrevents my eyes from burning.
I appreciate.
High praise, Jaime. High praise indeed.
ReplyDeleteI'll take it.
I leave on a plane
ReplyDeleteChristmas, my destination
but might be delayed
i might not be witty enough today to participate....
I do not take part
ReplyDeleteBut syllable check the rest
What does that make me?
All are done by noon.
ReplyDeleteWhat? No afternoon haiku?
You lazy bastards.
My students; ATL - you
ReplyDeleteDid not seek Brown or write
Baltimore Waltz.
Paula, normally
ReplyDeleteso lucid, but what the fuck
does that last one mean?
"ATL?" Actors Theatre
of Louisville? I
still can't parse the rest.
Listen, Jaime. I'll still win a five-figure fellowship for that haiku, whether you parse it or not. I'm Paula Vogel, dammit.
ReplyDeletePaula yelled at me.
ReplyDeleteBut still, her recognition -
Long sought, fin'ly mine.
Merry Xmas, Matt.
ReplyDeleteCome to the Magic Woods.
We hunt for sprites.
clop,clop...clop,clop
The Disapproving Centaur only had four syllables in his last line. The one before the "clops". 'Sprites', unlike 'Spirits' is only one.
ReplyDeleteWhat can I say? I get all red-pen schoolmarm when it comes to Haiku. I don't know why. It is a sad compulsion.
Hey there, Fancy Pants.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry I missed your show.
Please do not beat me.
Boredom strikes the man
ReplyDeleteWinter of the blogging soul
Freeman! Free Thyself!
Lonely is the man
ReplyDeleteWho asks, nay, who just demands
our adoration
So very true.
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