Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Poetry from the Monkey Man

Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored," wild and weird, wonderful and wacky since 2005! Please have some holiday cookies before they get stale!

Today we are in receipt of a holiday card from the Monkey Man. My legions of regular readers will remember him. To you newcomers, well ... it's a long story.

Anyway, the Monkey Man is a poet. He lives in Camden, New Jersey. And here's the poem he hand-wrote into my card:

beside the lawn full
of lights and Jesus' birth,
the Happy Buddha Delivery Van.

I'm sending him a haiku in return. The Monkey Man is keen on haiku because of Nick Vergilio, who also lived in Camden.

Anyway, here's my feeble effort:

two dogs yelp at me
while I am cutting holly.
Rocky, please come home.

As I said, it's a long story.


Tennessee Jed said...

I always contend that everyone is a little crazy, so one has to find people who are crazy in a similar way to call friends. Looks like you and Monkey Man are friends! I like your brand of crazy too, Anne!

Angela-Eloise said...

My new pickup line: "Do you haiku?"


What kind of cookies, Anne?

Blessings for the New Year!

Anne Johnson said...

Hillbilly recipe! My husband's best friend is married to Dean Martin's daughter, and I always send a big batch to the Martin-Downey clan. They fight over them. It's an honor.