It’s the Feast of Fertile Springtime Day,
The end to Lenten fasting day.
The “Oh My! Jesus Came Back!” day.
The plastic grass and basket day.
The headless chocolate bunny day.
The white eggs just won’t cut it day.
So with all that in mind, I say,
Have a Happy Zombie Jesus,
Chocolate Bunny Decapitation,
Drunken Blindfolded,
Pagan Fertility Orgy Day.
(In other words, Happy Easter.)
Monthly Archives: March 2013
The Importance of Eves
The day right before a big holiday,
Is a very important one for Swedes.
That’s when the party gets underway,
And the next day is what a Swede needs.
Because of the usual hangover,
From the party the evening before,
A Swede needs a day to recover.
That’s what the holiday is, nothing more.
Yeah, I Know….
I’m overweight. Simple as that.
Short and round, and sorta fat.
Oh yeah, I know I’m not obese,
I can usually see my knees,
But I don’t feel good,
As most things go,
And don’t need you to tell me so,
For truth is I’m really quite aware,
I’ve got at least one tire to spare,
So I don’t say this to chastise,
I just think perhaps it’s wise,
To leave your judgement on the shelf,
For truth is I already hate myself.
You Must Be My Lucky Star
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Origami Haiku
Leopard Limitations
Milk is something, apparently,
That leopard cats just cannot see.
How does that work? How can that be?
Is it just milk that they cannot see,
Or is it everything dairy?
I’ve found nothing that can clarify.
The internet does not know why.
Just that no matter how they try,
It can’t see milk, that leopard’s eye.
I suspect this fact might be a lie.
Cat Curiosities
She lies down in the mushroom basket.
(Not made of. For carrying in.)
The one lined with crinkly plastic.
Though she can’t fit exactly within.
Just why are all boxes and baskets,
At the top of the cat comfort list?
Seems to me as comfy as a casket.
What do cats find so hard to resist?
Every Action
Forwards or backwards
Backwards or forwards
Every action a step
Away or towards
The attainable goal
The One thing
The Whole
Enchilada.
‘Quiet!’
There was a nice teacher named Gwen,
Whose students kept talking, and then,
I won’t say this twice.
I’ll stop being nice,
If I have to say “Quiet” again.
Eau de Yuppie
In a few weeks’ time,
The Swede and I will be moving.
The current occupants,
Of the soon-to-be-ours apartment,
At first seemed very nice.
They sold to us for cheap,
Things they put in the place,
Custom blinds, a dishwasher,
And a built-in microwave.
Also, they’ve got a lot of stuff,
And were we interested in any of it?
Well, we do need more furniture.
We’ll come over and take a look.
The wanted to sell us,
Just about everything they had,
Couches, desks, shelves,
Sideboards, and even curtains.
But particularly…
Their dining room table and chairs.
They were nice. Quite nice, in fact.
And very expensive when they were new.
(They made a point of telling us,
How much everything cost,
When they bought it new.)
“These were the most expensive
Chairs in the country!”
Yes, but they are also,
The ugliest chairs in the country,
Stark, modern, Scandinavian design.
Not to my taste at all.
And even though the table and chairs,
Cost more than four months’
Of my current salary when new.
And they’re selling them,
For one months’ salary,
I’m not paying that for second-hand
Stuff that I don’t really like.
But they did have other furniture,
That we liked, and said we wanted.
But they seemed to be insulted,
That we weren’t interested in buying,
The over-priced table and chairs.
Like how could we not want them?
Didn’t we understand how nice they were,
And what a deal we were getting??
How dare we turn them down?!
So, no deal. No sale.
They wouldn’t sell us the desk,
The shelves or anything else.
“We’ll have no more of that!!!”
They said, dismissively and rudely,
Like an impatient parent,
Admonishing a recalcitrant,
Four year-old child.
When we move in,
I’m going to burn nag champa,
In every room.
To rid the place,
Of the lingering smell,
Of Eau de Yuppie.
