No More Rhymes Now, I Mean It!

This Sunday is National Haiku Poetry Day, so I thought I'd share a few of my illustrated favorites:

Soft blue and brown swirls
somehow incomplete without
a beheaded deer.

Soft evening breezes
Radioactive tampons
Lighting my undies

Just clowning around
What a way to be headed
Coulrophobia

She drives me crazy
Like no one else (ooh. ooh.)
Someone check the oil.

Waves of well wishes
A sea of celebration
Happy...Stan? You ok?

 

Thanks to Grace R., Maria A., Kristina K., Samantha T., & Fay K., who know that haikus are easy, but sometimes they don't make sense.

Refrigerator.

Comments

[Nerfbomb]

Submitting my theorem:
Radioactive tampons
are raver's light-sticks.

[Nerfbomb]

Lady MacBeth gets
clean-up job on the pit-crew.
Says "Out, damned oil-spot!"