Another Day, Another City Ripe for Haiku

Here at Fresh Hell HQ there hasn't been a "cup runneth over" situation in terms of actual posts, ideas for posts, or posts about substantive things. I have a lot of fun with the New York City Haiku series but I gotta admit they just dash right out of me - very little thinking required. Perhaps I missed my true calling as self-styled Random Haiku Generator.

In that spirit, and to tide over my wee group of readers while I wander the Fresh Hell mansion, tearing out my hair and wondering what has become of my muse - and most especially because deep thinking is still (sigh) beyond me, I will branch out and offer haiku of other places where I've either lived or visited extensively. Thus, I bring you today - Salt Lake City Haiku.

God! I hate seagulls,
Flocks of trash eating winged rats.
Sigh. It is state bird.

Great Salt Lake is huge!
Truly salty and you float,
After one day - dull.

Drinks at Park City,
Summer and winter are grand.
Drunk on the mountain!

Mormons at the door.
No thanks, I don't like God much.
Persistent, aren't they?

Famed site in the hills,
"Widowmaker" motor cross.
Now it's all houses.

Vice is underground.
The surface is pure and clean.
I know - I lived there.