New York City Haiku - A Tuesday Version
Great price on roses,
found at Korean deli.
All dead in a week.
Hey small yappy dog,
Barking like a crazy ass -
Just a pink scooter.
In clusters outside,
Their white coats like snowy drifts.
All city chefs smoke.
Tie-dyed street merchants,
Sell all day many odd things.
Stoned? Bored? Or, good job?
Snotty French boutique.
Twig salesgirl looks up and down.
Nothing in my size.
posted by Miliana at 6:51 PM
2 Comments:
Oh guys thanks! This is just stuff I see that gets turned into haiku..but thanks.
Stoic-
I wasn't going for an "aw shucks" in this at all - I mean it seriously when I say that it is just stuff I see that I remember and try to turn into a decent haiku - sometimes it works and its fun, sometimes it falls a little flat.
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