Polar Vortex Haiku

cold enough to make

folding fresh laundry more a

pleasure than a chore

Photo and laundry by: Osquer

haiku

 

I smell the butter.

 

Biscuits bake while the wind whines

 

for crumbs at my door.

 

Photo by: Osquer

 

Polar Vortex Haiku

How cold is it? Cold

enough to freeze your snowglobe!

No, literally!

Photo by: Osquer

(snowglobe frozen in shipping)

Polar Vortex haiku

sunk in a warm bath

while simultaneously

having a cold nose

haiku (for Marley Rain)

 

Anxious as I am

 

to see you blossom, the world

 

is too cold a place.

 

Photo by: Osquer

 

Limerick (inspired by Edward Lear)

There was a fat man from Belize

Whose doorway was quite a tight squeeze.

When they said, "Lose some weight,"

He replied, "I just ate,

But pass the dessert, if you please."