Where are all the eggs?
You tried to fry them outside?
Yellow patio.
Can we play Xbox?
May we please play the Xbox?
Please please please please please.
Red streaks snake down arms,
Melting sugared rivers stain:
Cursed popsicles.
Ants don’t like living
Trapped in Ziploc sandwich bags,
Even ants must breathe.
It’s nice you named them
Cutie, Star, Climby, Chompy,
and R2-D2.
Plus “George” and “Lucas”
All respectible ant names.
But ants are not pets.
They will not do tricks.
I realize you love them.
Say your goodbyes now.
Mean mommy hates ants,
One last ditch effort plea cries:
“Educational!”
The Ziploc opens
Over a backyard dirt patch.
Farewell, little ants.
Lazy morning starts,
Dirty bare feet seem to know
Nowhere we must go!
That, my friend, is perfect. Loved it.
This is great!! I love the Ziplock verse. And red sugar rivers….
Mary, mom to many
OH my gosh…yellow patio…ROFL…
I loved this! Yellow patio and red streaks snaking…will you please do this again? Please please please please please?
My kids are chanting the X-box verse over here, but substituting the word “Gabe Cube”. Happily, it still works in the haiku. Sadly, it doesn’t sway mean old mom.
I loved these Gretchen.
It’s your wannabe agent here, Mopsy. Surely some magazine wants a delightful summer haiku like that.
I love it! And if your kids need more “pets” we’ll happily send some from Texas. Our kitchen seems to have become Ant Mecca.
Poetry! What a refreshing pause as I wade through blogs and blogs of prose, good though it be.
Now, those wouldn’t be fire ants, right?
Carol~No fire ants—I am not sure we have those here? They sound nasty. They were generic little black ants with great potential (according to my kids!).
LOL you will survive
Very creative! You’re very talented!
hilarious and well written. love it!
I love your haiku
called husband and visitor
we were all laughing
Please write us some more
of summer and bare feet and ant
names; we can relate
Ah, those golden days of summer we look forward to all year . . . actually, sounds very inviting! My favorite line: cursed popsicles. I would be willing to bet money that that is the first time those two words have been used in combination.
Totally love it.
You are so creative, man
Still, I am in awe.