9.21.2006

 

Tab-ku

As we wait for Elder Statesman Ron, our blom Kim, Dr Geoff or Boz to dignify the arrival of DRT, I humbly offer this haiku to honor the day:

Bloginity: GONE
Jolly mime, virtual walls
The Browness ascends

Please offer you own.

Comments:
Help, I'm bloking. Heimlich, quick.

Flaming hairball and
Totally Artificial
Beverage, yum yum.
 
My favorite Spam-ku from the link in the post title:

Pink beefy temptress
I can no longer remain
Vegetarian

Kim???...
 
Thurber Carnival
Directing High School is Hell
Paint the Damn Set Brown
 
Miracle Worker:
I would say "she's dead" but for
Curtain call, Bruno's.
 
Bloggers, please! No more
Poetic distillation:
There's too much to say.
 
Tim, Kim, Ian, Nell,
Joe, Liza, Eric, Ginger,
They all blog too much.
 
wow. The Young Ones- The People's Poet. Coo.

My name is Wik, Wik, it's Wik,.... Neil.
 
I love the episode where Vivian makes a drug to turn people into axe murders, in order to cure people who aren't axe murderers.

"Who has the world's stupidest bottom burp?"
 
By the way, people's poet- I've always thought of my name name as a dipthong rather than two syllables.
 
...and what about Tabishland blog entry as sonnet?
 
Bruno's Gnocchi, UMM
Pizza Hut gossip is good
Tom's Pizza is square
 
Spackle, drip, spackle
Hhharrrack, goes the masking tape
Behold, edelweiss!
 
Aside to the people's poet:

If we didn't blog
Tabishland would be a bore.
We are addicted.
 
Blind girls shuffle in
The "visitor" wears kneepads
Hoorah! Standing O!
 
Can there be a doubt?
Moon highlight would have to be
Hand in cricket cage
 
Three decades later,
Can it now be admitted?
Rewarding AND fun.
 
Tap-a-tap-tap
Quiet, skinny, little Nell
Writes a murder play
 
Young podiatrist
Floats above the well-trod boards,
Crimson abrasion.
 
Arab merchant stares,
Try to sing of the city,
But I am speechless.

Whoa! verifard was "---PINO"!!!!
 
Yonkers emigres
hit New York City where they
go TBAleau crazy
 
Memory, sweat drenched,
And covered by cowboy hat,
Yields nothing. Panic.
 
Pretend G-men raid
Tabish's office. He's there.
Remember? Red face.
 
Thompson and Zellum
learned military training
from Lt. Tab?
 
"He's lying Tully!"
"Son, this is a vice of den!"
Don't laugh on the stage.
 
See, this is the problem. You have limited internet access for a few days and suddenly, the world is topsy turvy with Tab-ku and you just don't know how to jump in. I don't know how "Pink beefy temptress" didn't stop the rest of you in your tracks as it is. You guys have some great stuff here.
 
Cold, hard alpine rock,
I sing of verklemptitude.
The edelweiss weeps.
 
The Captain yields not,
"I shan't take my vows", she thinks.
Nazis scream and spit.
 
Suspend disbelief,
Drive the cardboard car onward.
Tears etch white mime grease.
 
Rain falls in Blairsville.
The sound of one man clapping.
F**k the curtain call.
 
White face, white face, why?
Do you plague me through the years?
Thurber, air band, STOP!
 
Adolescent angst
Moves aside for grown-up blog
Why is this set brown?
 
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