I guess I suppose I should post the latest zombie haiku to ooze forth from my pen, although it wasn't the best year for these. Even worse than last year. Oh, well. I actually finished these up at a CUWP retreat at Daniel's Summit. Despite the poor haiku, I love CUWP activities like this retreat, the Walk and Writes (like the one earlier this month at beautiful Bridal Veil Falls). They actually "fill my cup," to borrow from Dewitt Jones, and they drive me to finish my dissertation so I can spend more time writing about things I enjoy. Yes, I know that my dissertation is about the writing project, but that's another story. It's what I'll be doing instead of NaNoWriMo this year. Boo! Hiss! So, with that, here are three times seventeen syllables of undead poetry:
seventh period
need not fear the zombie attack
due to brain shortage
(It really was sad to try helping them write zombie haiku.)
unhealthy zombies
don't watch their cholesterol;
they feed with eyes closed
off-key zombies help
eliminate that crazy
song stuck in your head
(See, I told you it was a poor crop.)
...and one more from this weekend:
even zombies have
blood-sucking competition:
el chupacabras!
No comments:
Post a Comment