Thursday, February 5, 2009

Sick Runner: A Haiku

Sick I don't like it
When my nose runs when I don't
I caught the flu bug


Ian said...

I don't get haikus. What's so special about a poem that has 5-7-5 sylables? Most of them don't even rhyme. All good poetry rhymes.

Ian said...

... or even 5-7-5 SYLLABLES.

Vava said...

That sucks!

Not the haiku... Well, maybe a little, but mostly the flu.

Get well soon!

Glaven Q. Heisenberg said...

A snotty young feller called Viper -
A flu-addled, windshieldless wiper -
Thought he'd landed in hell or
Was just like Vaniller:
A Philistine wearing a diaper.

Ha-ha! Vanilla has haiku dyslexia!

I always thought the flu was more a limerick-type disease.

tfh said...

I'm sympathetic, but really, all I want to do right now is go wash my hands very, very thoroughly.

Aileen said...

Feel better. Once again, whiskey is the answer.

Jess said...

Lots of alcohol kills the germs right? Feel better!

Ms. V. said...

I was wondering
If you left blog-land-i-a
Who would I mock, then?

Feel better, oh bearded one.

Anonymous said...

Get thee to a stiff drink to kill the germs! (Or just curl up in a warm bed and sleep it off).

Feel better soon!

Sun Runner said...

How shall I soothe thee? Let me tell the ways;
No breadth of miles shall stand between us now.
For I have suffered ere these past few days
With that which does defeat both me and thou.
The head does hurt, the nose it does to run;
The only solace lies in quiet bed;
The body hurts, the eyes avoid the sun
The day is greeted with a lurking dread.
But do not fear, my friend, for life is here
The sickness does retreat, at last brought low
By that most potent medicine: BEER.

(almost but not quite a true sonnet in iambic pentameter-- it's missing a few lines. But it's the thought that counts, right? Get well soon, my fellow runner.)

C said...

You have the weakest immune system. Take one GrowAPair and two QuitYerBitchin and don't call me in the morning.

In all seriousness, I hope you feel better soon. Have a restful and healthy weekend.

Jess said...

I like Xenia's advice. Quit making up sicknesses as excuses for flooding the interweb with your bad verse!

the erratic epicurean said...

no frozen snot in the beard? come on vipes! toughen up!