Category: WOTD – Haiku
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Bones found with old rocks on hillsides.
Like the fear of the man bear pig. Ancient monster lore,Man, lion, scorpion tail,Always manticore. “Manticore sighting,Earthcore with its dark secrets,Beware the mad beast. “ The rustle of leaves,Stay away from the silver, Here, be rock monsters.
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Asking for help from our more Latin friends.
Such a big thesaurus. Como se dice,A clever way to say it,It’s macaronic. “Birthday two fifty,Let’s call it macaroni,Patriots unite. “
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The greatest pleasure is when it’s an inside joke.
Bless your heart. We hear some kind words, With lines between we can read, We malison too.
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Now I’m quoting a cartoon?
Being technically correct is the best kind of correct. When you are small: think,Be this stature or standing,High ground malapert. “Chose from all flavors,Spicy’s among the options,You’re a saucy tart. “ You had your coffee, Or something equally good, Your reply, dead right.
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It looks bigger cause our brains are dumb.
It’s that time of the day, more so now. Sun hangs in the sky, A perch on the horizon, We’re macroscian. “Dale’s album title,Stand tall and cast a shadow,We were friends in school.”
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The poor little guy would still try to wash his tail.
I took some liberty with species for this haiku. He could not feel pain,The vet said he was stoic,Longanimity.
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Wow, this one is not an essay.
Fast runner. Not at all like a Chihuahua. Not like fine cuisine,Clear point. Not like handwriting,Subtle litotes.
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The scale is arbitrarily, and the point on the scale is too. Yet we agree.
For me, it’s dark chocolate and coffee. If we scale desires,How much we want licorice,Lickerish desire.
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Likely similar motivation for ground beef.
Too many at the party? Ancient hack. Take that case of wine,As red as fresh sweet cherries,Water and krater.
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Close all windows in May to keep the wild ones out.
Not always a prankster. Fresh cookies show up,Maybe some shoes get repaired,Domestic kobold. “Be my valentine,Bring a bouquet of cookies,I’ll share them with you. “
