Haiku Thursday

“Hippos go Berserk” has a less bloody ending than I expected.

Haiku Thursday

The sweet potato Changes not texture nor hue Passed through a baby.

Haiku Thursday

I console myself How it bodes well for yard work This raking the face

Haiku Thursday

Little tiger cub Why must you sharpen your claws Always on your face?

Haiku Thursday

Crying face beet red, A bottle suddenly soothes like daddy with beer.

Haiku Thursday

A clean, fresh outfit As pure as the driven snow Until he throws up.

Haiku Thursday

The jabbering flails And endless protestations! Crap, why did they stop?

Haiku Thursday

My new sweet baby In his jungle of blankets Grunts like a boar.

Haiku Thursday

We walk in the Bjorn As women leer boldly, aroused. A terrible waste.

Haiku Thursday

My new sweet baby Confined to his swaddling Grunts like a mad man.   Your weekly dose of Imperfekt Parenting’s Haiku.