Well, it’s officially fall now in both date and weather. It’s my most-beloved season—season of warm tea, hot chocolate, crackling fireplaces, and crunchy leaves. However, it is also evidently my turn for marshmallow head—the unfortunate condition in which one’s sinus cavities feel as if they have been stuffed with marshmallows. Sniff, sniff.
Marshmallows should only be allowed in hot chocolate. There should be laws about this.
But welcome back, Haiku Tuesday. I have missed you, and look forward to reveling in all the small-and-ingenious creations of the Aardvark’s friends. Don’t know the game? Read this and join in.
Today’s word? Dastard (n): a dishonorable or despicable man.
Wrangler of disease
Microscopic germ shepherd
He’s trained the foul thingsMindless fluffy fiends
He lets them loiter, chewing
On my crumpled thoughts
The world’s greatest fiends
Depended upon a mass
Of law-abiders.
Strange that I should be
More angry at this car here
Than evil elsewhere.
Halloween pranksters
Decorated all my trees
With rolls of TP.
(the little dastards)
American boys
Are never, ever given
The name “Benedict.”
If it wasn’t for
The little dastards would the
Sky always be blue?