Sunday, May 8, 2011

Haiku Mondays: First Kiss


GIRL GERMS

Toddler terrorist
sights her playground prey. Chase, catch,
kiss 'em 'til they cry.

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BOY CRAZY

Eighth grade kegger's Grand
Illusion: smells like leather,
tastes like Marl'bro reds.

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Fleurdeleo, our winner of last week's Haiku Monday competition, is therefore the host of this week's fete. To play along for the chance to post the Haiku Monday Badge of Honor and a fabulous prize, visit her at Fleur's Pearls. This week's theme is:

FIRST KISS

12 comments:

Buzz Kill said...

Toddler terrorist is funny - especially when cooties are involved.

Eight grade kegger, you are a bad girl. And I saw Styx during their Mr. Roboto tour. I don't remember much of it though.

Aunty Belle said...

Heh...tastes like Marlboro Red. Uncle? Camels.

That first kiss may as well been wif' an alien, boys were unknown an very strange.

fishy said...

This made me wonder if my life long passion for chocolate is because my first teen kiss was while sharing a chocolate ice cream cone!

Reading your haiku and Aunty's comments makes me grateful Sam was not a smoker.

foam said...

ah hahahahahaha to the first one!!

and what is it with bad boys? i kissed one once. luckily no cig breath though.

moi said...

Buzz: In first grade, there was a gang of girls to whom I belonged whose sole purpose was to chase down the boys, force them into the tire forts and kiss them until they cried. Today, we'd be brought up on charges of sexual harassment, I'm sure.

Aunty: I was Benson Hedges in high school, Camels later. And what do you mean, "were"? Boys are still very strange :o)

Fishy: Now there's a story! Sounds romantic.

Foam: I don't know, but I'm glad I got it out of my system in high school. Bad boys are like Balenciaga. Beautiful and slightly dangerous, but then you get them home and find they go with nothing in the closet and you can't wear them to the grocery store.

Aunty Belle said...

comment to Foam--hilarious!

Pam said...

Oh I love these entries and knowing that Moi was in a gang of first grade girls. I was sent to my mat in kindergarten for kissing a boy, I still remember his name for some strange reason.

But here's my entry for today and it is more recent history:


Spent the day flirting;
he asked for my number then
he asked for a kiss

Karl said...

Good afternoon Moi,

Oh for the eighth grade kegger, a good time was had by all. Well not really, yet we wouldn't let anyone else know.

Started with Chesterfield, they rolled up well in a T-shirt sleeve. Still not worth a darn a supermarket.

moi said...

Aunty: Am I right or am I right?

Pam: Sent to the mat--bwahahahahahaha! And, uh, does your husband know about this "recent" event :o)?

Karl: I bet you wore leather, too.

Karl said...

Still do, same coat.

Pam said...

The more recent event had to do with himself ... kinnygarten was a long long LONG time ago;)

moi said...

Karl: And that, right there, is the sartorial difference between men and women.

Pam: Ah, gotcha. Mr. Pam + Pam = k i s s i n g.