Parenting is a tough job, right?
tell me something I don’t know, t.r.m.
Right right. And with any tough job comes the desire to blow off billows of steam. Sometimes that steam is in the form of snark.
I love steamy snark.
Snark can be very subtle.
Subtle, steamy snark.
See what I did there? I haiku-ed your reader butt!!
I’m a total amateur when it comes to the 5-7-5 poetry. But my friend Peyton is not. In fact, she’s made her career on her ninja haikuing skills.
Yeah, I said ninja. Ninjas and robots are allies. Fighting crime together.
Boom…another haiku bomb.
Alas, I want to leave it to the experts.
Bolting from the bus
he runs to mom, arms open.
“Where is the iPad?”
Where’s my phone? Did I leave it?
Oops. I’m on the phone.
I can’t give you anymore of the good stuff. If you want to see more, you are going to have go get it yourself.
Suburban Haiku: Poetic Dispatches From Behind The Picket Fence is available at Amazon and the perfect gift for Mother’s Day.
Your mom wants a copy.
She told me so.
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