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Night On the Town (Haiku) by razorgrin Wheat Beer gon with summer.
Now, dark Harvest Ale. Beer
that eats like a meal.
Watch Foosball, sip drinks
Both grinning like Cheshire Cats
whisper conspiracies.
Limonade and I
share White Russian, two straws like
50's malt shop kids.
Up the ladder:
untitled: dedicated to my soldier/husband
Down the ladder:
Its raining
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Posted: October 17, 2003 6:48 AM PDT; Last modified: October 17, 2003 6:48 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.611111 Overall Rank: 2274 Comments:
You've outdone yourself with this grouped trio R.G.
Kicks ass.
I like the last tercet best. Nice image you build here.
Syllable counts aside, this is haiku, though you'll get the "this isn't 5-7-5" naysayers anyway. (Anyway, many poets write haikus that don't strictly conform to 5-7-5--there is much more to a haiku than the number of its syllables.)
Once I went on a night out with the lads. We got so drunk that we stole a traffic cone. Can you believe it? Boy, that was a crazy night, I can tell you. Never again... ;-)
The Big Lowboskis know.
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Beer that eats like a meal is a nice idea too