Man...I am tired.
Work has been a beezy today, I've been receiving girlfriend aggro all week, and the lack of Seattle football has really left me downtrodden.
Fellas, I am not feeling the creative juices this week. How about we just call it and not do a Hawku this wee...
If my mother was being constricted by a Facehugger, I would still find time to Poetry-Polleaxe the Bears. No, I won't say "Da Bears", because that would make me hate John Goodman right now, and Ethan Cohen wouldn't like that.
Here's the deal: write a haiku zinging the nitrogenous waste out of The Bears, or the Seahawks will lose and it will be your own damn fault, Steve.
There are many types of poetry, sure. Compared to Haiku, they are bitches. Not to say that some forms can't occasionally rise above this rule (Check out this Chicago-themed free prose by my man Bill Heder), but Haiku are metal.
So whip out your syllables, title your entries, sharpen your styli, Rec the white off of any good poems you read, and apocopate some Chi-town Chite heads. I'll start.
Let's Describe Your Denizens
Bovine means cow-like
An accurate adjective
Rapacious like birds
Kinda sounds like "rape" as well
Bend over Cutler