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|Megatokyo Forums > Story Discussions > [haiku - 0962] - It Won't Be That Bad|
|Posted by: Mae Feb 1 2007, 08:31 PM|
| After a long day
Crashed out on cardboard box
Finally some peace
|Posted by: FreezingFire Feb 1 2007, 09:12 PM|
| Kimiko's secret:
Is she gainfully employed?
Piro doesn't know.
One exhausted man
ponders a girl's future
and his place in it.
Crushed cardboard chair.
Take out food on the table.
Messy, messy room.
|Posted by: snark Feb 1 2007, 09:43 PM|
| Bearing up beneath
Weight of a mass of fanboy
Mere cardboard crumbles
I just cannot believe what I see:
He is placing his hand on her knee?
And he still trembles not?
(Or, at least, not a lot)
And he's not even trying to flee?
[!haiku] Joking aside, gotta give the boy marks for trying. [/!haiku]
|Posted by: Rapierman Feb 1 2007, 11:05 PM|
| The storm is no more.
Two doves find a sheltered nest.
Safety shared brings peace.
She who seeks a safe harbor,
finds what she needs in her mate.
|Posted by: Shinzen Feb 2 2007, 09:25 AM|
| Storm will continue,
Only the 'Eye' have they found,
The worst, yet to come.
|Posted by: Shoka Feb 2 2007, 05:53 PM|
Fatigue and concern might impel a
So-normally fanboy-ish fella
To reach out to this
Poor worried young miss
And exhaustedly pat her patella.
|Posted by: Fithel Feb 2 2007, 07:11 PM|
| so tired, must rest.
Im glad Im not Kimiko
wow thats really bad
gomen, dont worry
in the storm, I will be there
taking care of you
(Belated Largo haiku)
What is this weakness?
why does she affect me so?
l337ne55 leaving me
she looks so pretty
Focus! Her system must be tested!
but I need her help.......
[edited to make largo haiku reflect his inner dialogue better]
|Posted by: Poruspenia Feb 3 2007, 03:10 PM|
[!haiku] Nicely done, Shoka. Patella, indeed. [/!haiku]
Oh NOES... the spindly
Arm from the marshes wants to
Drown me in cardboard.
Eeeeeeek! Get it off! Get it off!
Where's that flamethrower, Piro?!
[!renga] I love poking fun at the not-yet-replaced arm of DOOM. The broken, spindly arm, whose bicep is mistaken for part of the box and whose forearm is made of a short piece of gumby. I hope no one is confused by the usage of more than one poetry tag in this post. [/!renga]
"How did your day go?"
Intimacy litmus test
Measures words, not thought.
[!haiku] "TALK, you fools!!!" I mean to say... [/!haiku]