Midweek Haiku

Another Wednesday

No Limerick to be found

Back to the Haiku

an irishman said

'i think i'll go back to bed'

ease my achin' head

but, the foreman said

paddy, 'out of your **** bed'

swing steel till your dead   

a plastic hardhat

a rig, chains, gloves, steel and smoke

and a headache ball 

Missed mid-week again.

Been tied up in meetings here.

Did get to the club.

The weekend is near.

Time for more projects on bench.

Big background warehouse.

The mid-week haiku

A favorite diversion

from my hum-drum life.

Liked the creative

limerick work from last week.

Harder than haiku.

Community rank

I'm right behind Farmer Bill

Tough task to leap frog!  

Matt, you must remember

to give a message

in seventeen syllables

is a rare blessing

thou shalt not blaspheme the art form- grasshopper...

First try.

Everything works fine

Many steam engines running

Very smoky room

I'd never blaspheme

That sacred creative art

of the Haiku thread.

Just a small comment

On the difficulty of

Writing Limericks

Thanks for joining us Bill!  Good one.  Having a submission from the Far East (even though it's not from Japan itself) seems only appropriate.  

Company coming.

Trains are running fine for now.

Murphy's Law they won't.

Bill has forgotten?

I'll make up a memory

Better than the truth

Thursday at Fridays

Carbinated beverages

Beer kills the brain cells

I'll buy the next round

October is coming fast

Lots more cells to kill

Gilly and Bill were slamming some beers

Much more than most of their peers

When the bar closed down, they were run out of town

In a din of sneers and jeers

Farmer Bill forgot his own name

Despite is world-wide aclaim

Try as he might, he noodled all night

Then declared that the Pope was to blame?!

For the Natty Boh all was gone

With bottles strewn over the lawn

Quite happy were they, until the next day

When they were awakened by the racket of the Dawn!

But alas a whole year has gone by

Since this duo drank York quite dry

The time is getting near, and they're shipping in more Beer

Natty Boh cases stacked to the sky! 

Stories of drinking

Greatly exagerated

For Limerick fun

The older we get

The more amazing we were

Can't wait til next year!

"Ours is but a state-of-mind, grasshopper.    The form itself is the mere vessel.  That which is profound can be relayed in as many ways as the candle flickers."    I think I heard Master Po say that on one episode!!