Haiku: all the catharsis of a Julia Sugarbaker-style tirade compressed into seventeen syllables.
"Haiku You"
Hurricane Man, blow
Elsewhere-ward. The Eye knows not
Storms swirl around him?
Enter _The_Analyst's Seventeen Syllables of Satisfaction Contest
The challenge:
In seventeen (five-
Seven-five), tell Coworker
How you really feel.
Post your responses here.
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19 comments:
testing, testing, check one, check, check two, we gotta hot mic here...
is this thing on?
First off - so glad to see you doing this, although I must admit you are already writing circles around me.
Secondly, what a great idea. I'll have to devote some thought, and then come back with a haiku proper.
Thirdly, a shout-out from Looking Out My Window is on it's way.
Ok, I'm an accountant so technically the word "haiku" does not belong in my vocabulary. But, just for kicks and giggles, I think I'll take a stab at it. Here goes:
Dear degree-less loud
chewer, only you need a
two-day excel class.
Mister Long Talker
I have no time to listen
To an hour of gab
I took Elements of Literature in college, but poetry is completely foreign to me. Keep that in mind...
Moody talking queen
try working for a living
get off the phone now
Here's my second entry, entitled "Hang In There"
the picture of cats
you use as a screensaver
makes me feel stabby
I realize I'm not good at this, but it's still fun.
You call your gold chains
classy but I disagree.
To me, you are gay.
To washburn, co-chair, and d:
Peals of laughter break
The office silence. Thank you.
You guys rock my world!
For my boss:
Fourteen months I've sat
quietly in my cube. Hear me
now: I need a raise!
Yes, rap is rhythmic
But you wear very loud shoes
Please don't tap your toes
frequent visitor
of my candy bowl: why do
you announce your choice?
grandmother of five
you ask for help everyday
learn to use the dell
page Chatty Cathy
she has a call on line two
fifty times a day
(I CAN'T STOP...HELP ME)
Yo, Livestrong! Friendship
bracelets ain't bidness casual.
Neither are your keds.
Random acts of sloth...
Sit up you worthless weirdo,
The chair 'aint' your bed.
For my boss of old:
You with upturned nose
Nepotism is not right
Pay the young and poor
Hold on, let me guess
You got so wasted last night
You peed on your bed
"Scatter-brained" is not
a good characteristic
for an accountant.
Did you break your hand?
Hitting the table never,
ever solves a thing!
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