poems

Why did the chicken
Cross the road? To get all the
way to other side

I’ve stood on shoulders
Of giant poets to write
My better haikus : ) (Emoticons don’t count as syllables, neither does an aside. So there.)

The sky is falling!
The sky is falling! Said cute
Miss Chicken Little

Excuse me, officer
Don’t write that nasty ticket
Sun was in my eyes.

– Paul De Lancey, The Comic Chef

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Facebook’s Timeline stinks.
Ugh, more death by enhancement.
Five syllable line.

Haiku is diffi
cult. It is so darn hard to
make it come out perf-

My kitchen timer
just rang. My pizza’s ready.
I chortle for joy.

Where are my car keys?
Honey, where are my glasses?
Where is my jacket?

I hate lutefisk
It smells like festering rat
And looks like glue soup.

What is for dinner?
Moroccan berbere kebabs.
Oops, no spices. Eggs.

– Paul De Lancey, The Comic Chef

Haikus From Left Field