Bad bad bad storm or thirteen lives

one million haiku
from april and may never
-ending yesterday.

i think grandma won the funniest haiku contest yesterday.she may have topped men who say the darndest things in haiku.
not my grandma, because i was 22, when mine was 99.oldest jewish person in s.c., a few years earlier.

grandma grandpa their son,the d j & i were waiting for a storm to pass,in the gazebo,like idiots.it was like a hurricane.

i heard her tell grandpa ;

(your ipad don’t half work
she wanted him to stay
was a big mistake)

“You know you’d rather
be out here with this pretty
lady
.
.
.
and me”.

she laughed at her joke
then we spent three hours
blown around by storm.

cement trash can
by cement pond blew across
floor almost hit me.

water up to ankles
rain from three directions
wet t shirt contest.
~
the d j wrote a haiku too & he doesn’t even know :

“Exchanging of numbers
a summer ritual
at myrtle beach”.

why do people speak in 17 syllables and why do i count ?
(omg that was also a haiku.i can’t help it . i need dr bombay).
`
blackbirds fly pouring
rain chewing hamburger buns
french fries and cheetos.

three blackbirds squawking
palm tree can’t withstand fighting
topples over.
`
“Toes ” Zac Brown Band

“i’m leaving G A
body’s been kissed by the sun
ass in the sand”.

“toes in the water
i’m not going back again
cold beer in my hand”

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