haiku finalists
Leaving house at eight
Train to volunteering site
Bring me coffee, chump.
Eggplant sandwich lunch
Tiny waters and bagels
Stolen from the team
After-party time
Bowlmor Lanes and many beers
Sleep time comes early
So, the contest entries have been submitted, and though I at first felt I could judge this solely by myself, and then felt I could narrow it down to a mere three gems, the response has been overwhelming.
I'm going to need to narrow it down to five.
I give you the finalists:
(1)
seventeen dollars
a bloody from the carlyle
where's my reacharound?
(2)
Science may sex me
With all of its mighty brawn
I touch your lazer?
(3)
Big Papi. My heart.
You swing and make the world right.
Save this series please.
(4)
call for a good time.
577-7
775
(5)
This is very dumb
I hate this stupid haiku
I hope this blog dies
(Oh, and though I did love his entry, Porkchop purposefully took himself out of the running by posting in the original comments section. You know I'll make you and Colleen cookies eventually anyhow, buddy.)
Okay, kids, vote in the comments section or shoot me an email, please sidebar. You have until 12:01 AM ET on Tuesday, October 23.
Let the (relatively) best poet win.
8 comments:
I vote for #5. It was spontaneous and funny, and you know it isn't serious.
I think you're right; he doesn't even read it!
i'm voting for myself! go sox!
#4!
if you read the second line in #4 with the dash - ie, "five seven seven dash seven" then it is over the syllable count. but theen i am a retarded grammar geek who spent too much time scanning poetry in my youth.
i should also say that #1 is a close second!
Wait I didn't know we were doing Haikus. This is my entry make sure its added:
Cocky in my pants
By pants I mean underwear
Yum this is so gross
number one, definitely
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