...it's not dark yet, but it's gettin' there...
i'm going through the fifty haiku submitted in the 
haiku contest, and they're all so good, i'm having trouble selecting a winner. i'm considering scrapping my own secretive and arbitrary criteria and substituting the method used by my property professor when he graded last semester's final exams. That is, so far as i can guess, to find a tall stairway, go to the top, throw all the submissions down the stairs and judge them according to where they land.
Maybe I'm violating some sort of code of conduct here, but this haiku by Tom is the one that made me laugh:
My wife saw you play
you spit on her with fake blood
I hope it was fake
That final line implies so much, from the possibility of a husband's belated revenge to the fear that one's spouse might be harboring bloodborne pathogens.
Tom should make it past the first cut. Just sayin'.
In honor of your current pic:
Yahoo avatar
waving its flag ceaselessly
woman clutching ball
Kevin
how about this one:
carpal tunnel ouch
or is it tennis elbow
must stop waving flag
Haiku entries in;
time to announce a winner!
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Isn't that a squirrel...?
calling Dr. Love
this cheese really only works
when you're in a band . . .
OR
Christine Sixteen ... yeesh . . .
There's a phrase for that these days
Hello, Meagan's Law . . .
FINALLY,
Look, the truth be told
I really, really like Kiss
(well, back in the day)
Um, you know your own were the most deserving, so go ahead and reward yourself at once.
How did you do on the property exam, anyhoo?
Posted by: Hugo on Feb. 5, 2005