In honor of National Poetry Month, some pseudo-haiku for you.
Snooze.....
Sweet quiet babies
peacefully slumbering are
nothing but a myth.
Sneeze.
Delicate blossoms
waver in the gentle breezes.
Pollen flies. Achoo!
Whoops.
Windy springtime rains
puddle on the playground slide
Weee! Wow! Whoa – wet pants.
Smear.
Trail of fingerprints.
Why is everything sticky?
Peanut butter hands.
App-reciation
Year-end teacher gifts?
Ipods delight. Otherwise,
no apples wanted.
