It’s unseasonably warm here in California. (Please don’t hate me, rest of the county.) Warm weather and G&ts always inspire bad poetry. Here’s my latest haiku:
It can’t be this warm! I just bought fabulous boots. Huh? Global Warming?
P.S., Much like Spring is imitating Summer around here, I’m imitating Peyton Price of Suburban Haiku. Did you know she came out with a new book? I’ve read it, and it’s fabulous. I laughed, winced, and nodded and shook my head (sometimes violently). Peyton summed up suburban life in perfect 5-7-5 syllabic hilarity. Pure genius!