Haiku Your Way to Something Good, Maybe.
It was a sad sad day for my boyfriend. Me, not so much. But oh the poor boyfriend.
He had to take the old Pathfinder to the scrap yard. So he loaded up the back with a bathtub his friend happened to have on hand thanks to some recent renovations and took the heap of junk to the scrapyard. On the way there, the bf was so filled with despair that he mentally wrote a haiku to commemorate the occasion.
Her name is Nissan
She came from another land
Today she will die
Hey, that reminds me! I want to hold a contest! They’re so much fun and then people win stuff. So here is how this is going to go down. I want people to write some wicked ass haiku poems. The two most awesome entries will win a prize. And by most awesome entries, I mean I will randomly pick.
Here are the prizes:
1st place – The Rusty Nail, erotic novella
2nd place – The Rental, erotic short story
If you already own one of these two stories, you can switch out for the other one. If you already own both then maybe I’ll send you a box of nerds or something.
I asked my boyfriend to write just one more Haiku to get the ball rolling and here is what he came up with:
He bought me a drink
I don’t remember a thing
Why does my ass hurt?
And he says he’s not a writer.
Okay folks, now it’s your turn. Summon your inner poet and give it a go, please! And don’t forget to leave your email address.