My bicycle got a punctured tire a few weeks ago, but since Orange County is such a small place I haven’t really been bothered enough to get it fixed yet.
So instead of just sitting around idly and doing nothing about it, I figured I’d write a bicycle haiku instead. A biku, if you will:
you were once my friend
now you just sit there and rust
useless piece of s***
Alrighty then. Time to walk to class.
You’re so creative.
A funny thing is that you could use the same poem if your robot dog died…
@David:
True. Maybe I could make it a series. Toasters, squeegees, body parts. Who knows.
-Kev, The Virts
That made my crappy morning.
Bazooka – really?
Here’s my submission (not that you asked for it)
two-wheeled bicycle
leaks efficiency. So I’m
late to my next class
snap snap snap snap snap snap snap snap
I just laughed out loud at this amazing biku and your latest Smooth Ops advert *if you are an orphan*. WAHAHA.
LOL nice haiku, I’m lovin’ this blog!