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.
3 comments:
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!
My new pickup line: "Do you haiku?"
*giggle*
What kind of cookies, Anne?
Blessings for the New Year!
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.
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