Fifteen minutes later, I gave her a sip of my tequilaand all was well with the world.
Señor Troll has moved his haiku competition to Mondays. If you want to give it a go, or at least check in and read the entries of the competitors (they're fierce!), head over to his place. There aren't many rules, but if you win, you get to post a fabulous Chickory-designed badge of haiku-winning honor on your blog (or your forehead or chest), and Troll swears there are fabulous prizes a'coming, too.
Today's Theme is FLIGHT.
The sound of twenty
Kenyans churning desert earth
To talcum mist? Whoosh.
Forget carry on.
I’m trying to figure out
Where to stow my legs.
11 comments:
I know what you're talking about with leg room. Especially on USAir flights. I never put my seat back down and usually ask the person in front of me to do the same before we get off the ground. Otherwise I have someone literally laying in my lap.
Looks like a terrorist to me.
Buzz: The only good seat is an exit row seat. And note to all fliers: you gain nothing by reclining except pissing those of us behind you right the feck off. Be a grown up and sit upright.
Shamu: My tactics for dealing with unruly children in public: 1. Feed them candy. 2. Feed them likker. 3. Threaten to eat them. It takes a village, right?
Excellent haiku.
Conversation overheard on airplane once:
Brat: Whaaaaaaaa Whaaaaaaa Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Man-next-to-brat: Is there something you can do about that?
Mom-Of-Brat: You're lucky. The last time she flew she was much worse.
Good afternoon Moi,
Ethiopians too, they fly by you like you're standing still.
One just for you:
A flask for flying
Empty for security
Fill at the bar after
I used to love the very first row because you get off the plane fast and there's extra leg room, until I realized that's where they usually put the kids. Booooo.
Great haiku!
Is that a picture of K9 protesting the TSA?
Troll: I feel for parents, I really do. It's not like you can drug them. Or sell them to the highest bidder. Basically, all one can do is . . . wait.
Karl: And we won't even go there on the up-can-coming supremacy of the Nigerians. You know, I'd travel with a flask if only the client didn't mind me showing up snonkered.
Boxer: I noticed that! I thought I was just being paranoid. No, no, no, the kids should be in the back!
Fishy: :o) Well, the hair color's about right.
Fly Southwest. Plenty of room, and the crew's comedy is GOLD.
Wait...that wasn't a Haiku, was it ?
i seem to always have a giant man in front of me who reclines. grrrrrrrrrrrrrr probably the same cretin that gave me this damn COLD
good haikus - i like the kenyan one best- but identify with leg-room haiku more.
good luck!
Terrific visual.
What makes these Ethiopian/ Nigerian/ Kenyans so fast?
Youse off runnin'? Smoke 'em, MOi!
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