Complete innocence, My Kindergarten mind-state. Why are kids so mean?

May the twenty-first, Harold Camping said, "It's done." Sinners, best repent. May the twenty-one, Party time for ev'ryone. Sinners, best repent.

May the twenty-first, Harold Camping said, "It's done." Sinners, best repent. May the twenty-one, Party time for ev'ryone. Sinners, best repent.

Complete innocence, My Kindergarten mind-state. Why are kids so mean?

A simple table Set before my enemies, My head anointed.

May the twenty-first, Harold Camping said, "It's done." Sinners, best repent. May the twenty-one, Party time for ev'ryone. Sinners, best repent.

Tied up, fourteen-all. Coiled tight, yet poised, until He hears, "Ready . . . fence!"

The curse of our time: Cellular stupidity. Can you hear me now?

Answering machine. You might have something to say When you hear the beep. Those who have my home phone number know that this has been my actual answering machine message for over a year.

Got to get going! Only ninety days remain To pen forty more. (I'd reached the halfway mark for eighty haiku; I must have written this sometime in November 2011.)