To a Coffee Faucet
Silver-man’ed fox
You made a trip to the loo
Sound mucho sexy.
Lunch in Baltimore
Long lines snake around
For grease, fried foods, and hot dogs
Have you no green veg?
I Don’t Mean Mably
Those mischievous eyes
Your British accent slays me
Charm personified
For the Baltimore City Planners
You built a large hall
But where, dear God, tell me where
Is all the parking?
Little Ricky Stitches
Dragon applique?
I'm sure I saw the same jeans
At T-N-N-A.
Tricky Tricot
Blogger Man with Balls
Have you only been knitting
A measly five years?
Fashions (with apologies to L.M.)
Scarves, ponchos, fun fur
A profound sufficiency.
Please learn to fair isle.
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11 comments:
Carol - these are clever and so on target! Sorry I missed you at the booth on Friday.
I see I really missed alot. Awesome writing.
Hi Carol,
Loved them all -- especially the last one! Very good.
Your new friend,
Linda
My new breakdancing revivalist friend? Oooh, I hope so!
muchos besos, bebe.
What, no ode to Knitters??
Tee hee.
Wendy
Wendy beat me to it, so I guess I'll snicker instead. Once again, you're spot on.
Heh. Where's the pix to illustrate the haiku? Me wants photos! Especially of Dragon Boy's jeans.
They were hard-ass on the photogs this year. I'm gonna blog about it but a podcaster I know had her equipment confiscated and the X-men's goons were awfully cranky about it. They said she needed "press credentials."
Malutka, I love you even more than my children.
LOL, I especially like the one to Baltimore City Planners.. you made me feel so much better about having so much trouble, lol!
yes, indeedy, Carol, it is me! Forwarded the link on the haikus over to Brando.
Nice of you to remember my fondness for breakdancing.
take care,
Linda
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