Today I am resentful of living in Chicago. Most people would agree that it’s fun here half the time. The winter blows, the summer is sweet. I have written a couple of pieces to describe how I feel today, thus my new thing for today:
I wrote a haiku poem.
I Want To Kill You
Oh City of Chicago
When You Snow Like So
After I wrote the first one, I realized I was placing blame on the wrong party, so I made right and drafted this next gem.
Oh Mother Nature
You Are Indeed A Whore-bag
Please Stop This Cold Now
I’m sure those skeptical readers (ahem, Emily) might post hateful comments that insinuate that I must have written a haiku in third grade as part of my compulsory education. I have asthma and allergies. I was absent a lot.
Fun Factor: 8 (more points because the spell-check corrected “whorebag” to “whore-bag”)