Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Day: April 3, 2007

  • 20070403-Daily Grind

    Who the hell do you think you are?
    You are now my bleeding lone star.
    I’ve chopped your head off in my mind.
    Government sponsored felon kind.

    Read of my ‘anger’ from afar
    and about your oily black tar.
    You took the fall for your mankind.
    Sick and tired to jail remind.

    You taxed OUR patience for your crimes
    and for taking our hard earned dimes.
    Finders, keepers, losers, weepers!
    Time to meet the grimmest reapers!

    Three poems of dark in eight syllables and aabb pattern.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20070403-Daily Diary

    Family:

    ‘Paw’s fried rice and eggs
    Tastier while ‘Maw’ rests legs
    Empty stomach begs
    Saved from starving without kegs
    Daughter happy as fat pegs

    Nature:

    Smell metallic air
    Hurry into gray car mare
    Early morning swear
    Little clouds, light blue skies fair
    Metallic air stuck in hair

    Work:

    More crap of the day
    On Friday the thirteen way
    Smelly fish away
    Credit card desk disarray
    Felonious creep drafts delay

    VP of Finance
    Making noise as the tools dance
    Auditors in trance
    New manager won’t take chance
    I was right all along stance!

    Nature and Work:

    Lots of wispiness
    As the afternoon progress
    Noone to impress
    Amidst all the dumb work stress
    Lateral with no success

    Faith and Rant:

    Early evening sleep
    Cannot quit thanks to fat creep
    Silence of the peep
    Community service weep
    Not good news for PJ sheep

    Five more samples of tanka in monorhyme.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.