They Shouldn't Let Just Anyone Use a Keyboard

I ran across a web site (okay, maybe it was a blog... yes, I'm addicted) recently that reminded me of my love for haikus. And that, in turn, reminded me of my sweet little godson's pre-life baby shower at which we all had to write haikus on the spot. It was hot in that apartment above the B-fonte downtown, in the middle of summer (hmm... it was the begining of summer... wonder why it was so hot?!), in central PA. So... we're all sweatin' to the oldies (or maybe it was cool rock) and writing haikus for Zach... who was, at that time, still called Jackson, I mean Jake's son, wait... no, it was Jackson. It was actually a competition, the haiku-writing session. And I, somehow, in a room full of literary geniuses, won the competition. Maybe it was just that they felt sorry for me since I couldn't place a one of the baby food flavors on my plate. I don't need the pity... I'd just like to know if mine was actually good. If I still had the darn thing, I'd copy it here for you so you could vote. Oh well. Anyway, this was not supposed to turn into a long soliloquy. I just came here tonight to write a little bad poetry.

Work from home in bed
Nothing more good can be said
Shower me at three

Every day phone call
Cut off by Idlewild spots
Dead zones for fam'ly

Run along slowly
Dogs at either ankle then
The heat makes it hard

Barks wake up neighbors
Woof woof at sounds I don't hear
Alas, it is late

Time with my Tivo
What more could you ask for now?
I want more ice cream

Catch up on Gilmore
Lorelai and Christopher
They must hook up soon

Midnight in 'boro
Chocolate cake would be great
Again with these thoughts

Wrap me up, cocoon
Waiting for you to comfort
I like to be free

Yeah, my poem sucks.
Whatever. It is my blog.
Go read someone better.