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Friday Haiku

Good morning, you guys. Before I get started, I just wanted to say it means so much that I have even two or three daily readers. When you guys come back to me to say something about my blog I cannot help but smile. (Because someone is reading what I have to say) My mom likes my poems better than Shakespeare's Sonnets, she told me this the other day. There is the possibility that you feel the same way. When I have time (and emotion) I will try to write. I need to work on the book about Jeremy too. I will post that here. (It might be kind of a longer post, be warned.)
Just heard this on the news. Chic-fil-a is testing Mac and cheese on the menu starting Monday only in San Antonio. Go there. Try it. (For me?)
Also heard on the news: It is not illegal in TX to drive with headphones in/on. However, you can get pulled over for distracted driving if those headphones are distracting you in any way. (Like you don't hear an ambulance or something) Also it is illegal in Louisiana. Just so you know. Try not to get a ticket. 👍👍
Alright. So today is FRIDAY! (Finally.) It has been a long/short week.
 {What? How is that even possible?}
 Well it has been a long week because I have had a lot to do, but it has been a short week because it went fast. I am not even completely sure that it is Friday. I am just guessing. As it is (likely) Friday, I think we should celebrate somehow. I think with a Haiku. 🙂🙂🙂
{What is a Haiku?}
Glad you asked. A Haiku is traditional form of Japanese poem. It consists of three lines following the simple pattern five, seven, five. (five syllables, seven syllables, five syllables.) Usually they are about nature, (The Japanese really like nature. Dunno if you noticed.) but you can make yours about anything. The lines do not need to rhyme.  My mom wrote the best Haiku about our dog a few years ago, but I do not remember it. Here is a Haiku by Basho Mastuo (I have no idea who he is but he came up when I searched Famous Haiku)


An old silent pond...
A frog jumps into the pond,
splash! Silence again.

See how simple it is? (He lived in the 1600s btw) Now it is my turn. Okay, here we go.


The sun rises nigh
I realize it's Friday morn'
I do a small dance.


There we go. That is my simple Haiku about Friday that I just came up with. (it took maybe two minutes?) Now it is your turn. (Wait, that needs pizzazz)

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  I hereby challenge you to write your own Haiku and post it in the comments.
(My Japanese warrior just challenged you guys. He has a sword, you should listen.) I did not draw that. That is all, Cowgirl out.
I will be watching the comments closely.
(He has such a deep voice that the letters slant for him. Freaky!) Good luck with your Haiku's! Have fun!

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  1. UnknownJuly 15, 2017 at 6:46 AM

    Polly, a haiku

    Spotted sweet pushy
    Sat next to me to watch tv
    Fart, look and away


    That's the haiku about out late sweet Polly. She was an English setter with quite the personality! Sweetest dog ever 💗 She would get gassy from time to time and would walk into the room, sit next to you, fart, look at you like you did it then walk away!!! 😂Oh I miss her.

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