With the aftermath of my Sunday evening flood still alive, I am in the midst of cleaning up the random dirt that has washed into my basement.
While this is not the most exciting activity ever, it has not crushed my poetic spirit. In fact, I wrote a haiku just for the basement flood:
The Great Basement Flood of 2012
My indoor puddle.
Wet floor, not cat pee this time.
Home now with swamp smell.
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The swamp smell might be a good selling point to someone from the bayou.
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That is an excellent point. You have found the silver lining.
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Bravo Nathan. Masterful wordplay.
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Thank you. I know you can’t see me right now, but for the record I am bowing and waving to my imaginary adoring fans.
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Lol
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You have got some mad skillzz dude!
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Wait… I have skillzz? With TWO Z’s?! That is the highest compliment a person could ever receive. I’ve always said I wouldn’t feel honored until someone sent me a compliment with spelling that was fit for a Tupac song title. (To explain this joke, Tupac consistently replaced the letter S with the letter Z. I don’t know why. It must be a rapper thing…)
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Fo Shizzle.
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That is soooooo dope.
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Tru Dat, yo.
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¡Bravo maestro!
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I think you should reproduce this haiku using brush stroke calligraphy and sell to to the public. Maybe you could pay Google to feature the ad on the Federal Flood Insurance website!
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I think that if I go to that much work, Google better pay me. It only seems fair. Plus, they have enough money to share with me anyway.
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Wet floor, not cat pee this time – Likely story. 🙂 I will confess, I’m sorry to hear of your mess.
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Well, thank you. It barely smells like nastiness anymore.
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