Damn, in one short day, you all have sent in dozens and dozens of haiku. Things have taken a turn into the dark as we see 2020 steering towards us at full speed, ready to smash us into the pavement. Until then, though, let's get haiku-ing.
Here are some of the best so far, from sea to shining sea and a Canadian.
From Bewildered in Toronto:
Our old friend believes
Trump is A-O.K. We ask,
"The man's crazy, right?"
From longtime haiku-inator Rabbitearz in Los Angeles (I'm not sure if it's "Rabbit Ears" or "Rabbi Tears," but, sadly, both work):
That British fat toad
Boris "the spider" Johnson
Weaves a web of sloth.
From Ms. L.B. in New York City:
I Got Your Pitchforks and Torches Right Here
Trump yammers "Witch hunt!"
We explain, "It doesn't mean
What you think it means."
From Twangling Jack in Rain City:
Melania's Blues
Hard-faced First Lady
Swatting away orange hands,
How can you "Be Best?"
From Sarah in Seattle:
Faith
They clutch their Bibles
which were printed without the
Sermon on the Mount.
From Brad in Dallas:
The next century
Is one Trump then another
If he gets away.
From Robert J.:
"Anal fistula,"
Stephen Miller's new nickname,
Is still far too kind.
From Vicki in Philadelphia:
Impeachment is writ
On Trump’s permanent record
In big black Sharpie.
From Doug, no longer in Oakland:
Gentrification
All of this snow beats
Wildfire evacuation
Two forced moves this year
From VJ in NJ:
A Wish for a New Decade
The NRA dead,
Trump gone, McConnell run out
Bankrupt and erased
Keep 'em coming. Another bunch tomorrow. Once again: 5-7-5 syllables. Titled or untitled. Send 'em to: rudepundit (at) yahoo.com.
