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And Last, but not least - Facing deadlines, the blogger Calls out for haiku.
Bush lied. Blair lied. All can see their lies and those who died. 'Cept Hutton.
Posted by: Jesurgislac | January 30, 2004 at 07:40 AM
Cosmic oneness. Gazing contemplatively at my navel, Fuzz.
Posted by: fabius | January 30, 2004 at 07:59 AM
An urgent appeal Is sent out to all readers -- Mo' haiku for Moe.
Posted by: kenB | January 30, 2004 at 08:43 AM
It snowed on Wednesday - The same day Hutton gave us Another whitewash.
Posted by: James Casey | January 30, 2004 at 09:14 AM
Moe Lane went to mow Went to Moe Lane a meadow - Whoops, run out of space.
Posted by: James Casey | January 30, 2004 at 09:17 AM
I wish I could remember exactly where I found this, but such are the perils of blogsurfing while drinking merlot. Anyway, it's about people who wear those pants with words on the butt...
Haiku on your ass Is poetry in motion If you're built for it.
Posted by: Michael N. | January 30, 2004 at 01:59 PM
No harm in reviving those old classics, the error message haiku
Windows NT crashed. I am the Blue Screen of Death. No one hears your screams.
-- Peter Rothman
Posted by: sidereal | January 30, 2004 at 06:21 PM
Is it cold outside? Not here in San Diego. Ha ha ha ha ha!
Posted by: engineer_charley | January 30, 2004 at 07:33 PM
So Cal's my old home; Weather's always the same. I was glad to leave.
Changes in weather Keep life interesting; though this year's a bit much...
Posted by: kenB | January 31, 2004 at 10:33 PM
Winter is the Spring; Summer and Autumn also. OK, I miss snow.
Posted by: engineer_charley | February 01, 2004 at 03:41 PM
Trebek's pickup puts mailboxes in jeopardy. Potent potables?
Posted by: engineer_charley | February 01, 2004 at 03:51 PM
A man, a plan, a canal: Panama - canal a ,plan a ,man a.
Sorry. Just one of those days, I think.
Posted by: EDG | February 02, 2004 at 11:05 AM
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Bush lied. Blair lied. All
can see their lies and those who
died. 'Cept Hutton.
Posted by: Jesurgislac | January 30, 2004 at 07:40 AM
Cosmic oneness.
Gazing contemplatively at my navel,
Fuzz.
Posted by: fabius | January 30, 2004 at 07:59 AM
An urgent appeal
Is sent out to all readers --
Mo' haiku for Moe.
Posted by: kenB | January 30, 2004 at 08:43 AM
It snowed on Wednesday -
The same day Hutton gave us
Another whitewash.
Posted by: James Casey | January 30, 2004 at 09:14 AM
Moe Lane went to mow
Went to Moe Lane a meadow -
Whoops, run out of space.
Posted by: James Casey | January 30, 2004 at 09:17 AM
I wish I could remember exactly where I found this, but such are the perils of blogsurfing while drinking merlot. Anyway, it's about people who wear those pants with words on the butt...
Haiku on your ass
Is poetry in motion
If you're built for it.
Posted by: Michael N. | January 30, 2004 at 01:59 PM
No harm in reviving those old classics, the error message haiku
Windows NT crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No one hears your screams.
-- Peter Rothman
Posted by: sidereal | January 30, 2004 at 06:21 PM
Is it cold outside?
Not here in San Diego.
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Posted by: engineer_charley | January 30, 2004 at 07:33 PM
So Cal's my old home;
Weather's always the same.
I was glad to leave.
Changes in weather
Keep life interesting; though
this year's a bit much...
Posted by: kenB | January 31, 2004 at 10:33 PM
Winter is the Spring;
Summer and Autumn also.
OK, I miss snow.
Posted by: engineer_charley | February 01, 2004 at 03:41 PM
Trebek's pickup puts
mailboxes in jeopardy.
Potent potables?
Posted by: engineer_charley | February 01, 2004 at 03:51 PM
A man, a plan, a
canal: Panama - canal
a ,plan a ,man a.
Sorry. Just one of those days, I think.
Posted by: EDG | February 02, 2004 at 11:05 AM