tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post5210193300930212914..comments2024-03-29T02:59:26.539-04:00Comments on THE MEANEST MOM: A Haiku for the Stomach FluJanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09840070603313673129noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-60581231144105626982022-05-08T14:38:11.595-04:002022-05-08T14:38:11.595-04:00find more infoexplanation have a peek at this we...<a href="https://www.dolabuy.ru/backpacks-c-157_168_173/high-quality-gucci-disney-x-replica-603730-backpack-p-1642.html%22" rel="nofollow">find more info</a>explanation <a href="https://www.dolabuy.ru/capucines-c-157_158_355/fake-designer-louis-vuitton-capucines-plait-m48865-bag-p-4346.html%22" rel="nofollow">have a peek at this web-site</a>find more information <a href="https://www.dolabuy.ru/fr/monogramme-c-157_158_241/qualit%C3%A9-parfaite-louis-vuitton-r%C3%A9plique-m93145-m57827-m40273-monogram-canvas-bag-p-3932.html%22" rel="nofollow">news</a>go to the website mataskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10908017730439056785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-29966332207791659452009-02-08T09:22:00.000-05:002009-02-08T09:22:00.000-05:00Cover your sneezes!No matter how I love youI want ...Cover your sneezes!<BR/>No matter how I love you<BR/>I want not your germs.<BR/><BR/>Cover your coughing!<BR/>Yes, dear, I will hold you but<BR/>I want not your germs.<BR/><BR/>Please use a tissue.<BR/>Make sure it goes in the trash.<BR/>I want not your germs.<BR/><BR/>How they smile sweetly,<BR/>Full of vim and vigor now<BR/>That I have their germs.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07101619214326940460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-1097990881325595262009-01-23T01:47:00.000-05:002009-01-23T01:47:00.000-05:00Ok, I loved YOUR poems, but the comments just spre...Ok, I loved YOUR poems, but the comments just spread the love even further!<BR/><BR/>Here's a haiku dedicated to my kids:<BR/><BR/>We have been moving.<BR/>Every muscle I have hurts.<BR/>Don't complain to me.<BR/><BR/>Lots of green boogers?<BR/>Go get yourself a kleenex.<BR/>Throw it away too.<BR/><BR/>Once I get some sleep<BR/>I promise to be less mean.<BR/>I might even cook.Mareehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05771268193885937211noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-84907050981324441792009-01-21T16:31:00.000-05:002009-01-21T16:31:00.000-05:00I happened upon your blog and really enjoy it. I ...I happened upon your blog and really enjoy it. I am a mom of twins in Philly as well-- so if I see you at Costco feel free to tell me that I "have my hands full" and I will reply with the obligatory "Oh my God, I could never do THAT" and point at your children. <BR/>Anyway, I can no longer contain my urge to comment. I love a hiaku.<BR/> <BR/>three weeks of sickness<BR/>now everybody is well<BR/>wait, mom's going down!<BR/><BR/>--AngelaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-85677092100972589362009-01-21T13:47:00.000-05:002009-01-21T13:47:00.000-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Ilanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07972345842125543763noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-78127020495257556962009-01-21T13:44:00.000-05:002009-01-21T13:44:00.000-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Ilanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07972345842125543763noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-11962375495767375392009-01-21T10:34:00.000-05:002009-01-21T10:34:00.000-05:00It isn't about sickness, but, having a preteen dau...<I>It isn't about sickness, but, having a preteen daughter, it is an affliction...</I><BR/><BR/>Puberty is here.<BR/>That most dreaded time of life. <BR/>Oh Lord, Give me strength.Charlottehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16349403417525132723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-51559417690018063942009-01-21T08:47:00.000-05:002009-01-21T08:47:00.000-05:00My head's killing me,If you don't stop fighting no...My head's killing me,<BR/>If you don't stop fighting now<BR/>I WILL throw this shoe.<BR/><BR/>What clever readers you have, my dear. I haven't written a Haiku since elementary school. It was fun to read all of them--I'm glad I showed up late for this post.TheQueen@TerrorsInTiarashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16804947259272814421noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-61148357460917324432009-01-21T05:40:00.000-05:002009-01-21T05:40:00.000-05:00please sit here with meand take a deep breath of ...please sit here with me<BR/>and take a deep breath of germs<BR/>stay the whole night<BR/><BR/>with luck tomorrow<BR/>you'll be ill too and we can<BR/>share a cosy bed<BR/><BR/>Fantastic haiku's! I've been laughing or rather coughing my head off...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-34071626109186659652009-01-21T00:16:00.000-05:002009-01-21T00:16:00.000-05:00hubbie is a childcrying, moaning, bed-riddenbecaus...hubbie is a child<BR/>crying, moaning, bed-ridden<BR/>because of sore throat.Marielhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10531445766915179983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-20377067018200936722009-01-20T22:55:00.000-05:002009-01-20T22:55:00.000-05:00Haiku for a HypochodriacYes, Brother was sickLast ...Haiku for a Hypochodriac<BR/><BR/>Yes, Brother was sick<BR/>Last weekend for two whole days.<BR/>No, you are not sick.<BR/><BR/>I made him jello.<BR/>You got to eat some as well.<BR/>I will not make more.<BR/><BR/>He laid on the couch.<BR/>You do not need to lay there.<BR/>For you are not sick.<BR/><BR/>You've played fine all day<BR/>Until I told you "pick up!"<BR/>I say it again.<BR/><BR/>I will make you cry.<BR/>Put this stinking junk away<BR/>Child, you are not sick!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-60760205871874017652009-01-20T22:41:00.000-05:002009-01-20T22:41:00.000-05:00There's snow on the ground.Please stop that hackin...There's snow on the ground.<BR/>Please stop that hacking cough.<BR/>Tomorrow is school.<BR/><BR/>(Oh, PS, my "word verification" word?? Varmit. That rocks.)Beccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04003367723852198095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-62153275632697044322009-01-20T22:26:00.000-05:002009-01-20T22:26:00.000-05:00I am so impressedWith your creative geniusYou guys...I am so impressed<BR/>With your creative genius<BR/>You guys rock my socksJanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09840070603313673129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-82967379132743477982009-01-20T21:45:00.000-05:002009-01-20T21:45:00.000-05:00Please don't cough on meWhat? You want me to hold ...Please don't cough on me<BR/>What? You want me to hold you?<BR/>And your brother, too?<BR/><BR/>Here, watch a cartoon<BR/>Please don't vomit on the couch<BR/>Oh, your ears hurt too?<BR/><BR/>No ice cream for you<BR/>Motrin. Its what's for breakfast<BR/>Please go back to school!Reesehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13362362079858145249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-60140906355657881562009-01-20T19:03:00.000-05:002009-01-20T19:03:00.000-05:00Mother of tripletsSick twenty four sevenFor the fi...Mother of triplets<BR/>Sick twenty four seven<BR/>For the first five yearsslytrifectahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06436943839500250473noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-84448196324352870952009-01-20T18:19:00.000-05:002009-01-20T18:19:00.000-05:00I hurt my damn kneeI do not remember howProbably w...I hurt my damn knee<BR/>I do not remember how<BR/>Probably whiskeyNEVER AGAINhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11617762062295516727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-12323162577643972212009-01-20T16:54:00.000-05:002009-01-20T16:54:00.000-05:00You are a geniusBringing laughter to my dayAll hai...You are a genius<BR/>Bringing laughter to my day<BR/>All hail meanest momAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-4853882576728796882009-01-20T16:15:00.000-05:002009-01-20T16:15:00.000-05:00Son has the sniffles"No big deal," I say, untilI g...Son has the sniffles<BR/>"No big deal," I say, until<BR/>I get sniffles tooStephaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12591387295768935118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-27579568035425830112009-01-20T15:50:00.000-05:002009-01-20T15:50:00.000-05:00My children are sick.Hypochondriac husband,Suddenl...My children are sick.<BR/>Hypochondriac husband,<BR/>Suddenly dying!<BR/><BR/>How can Mom be sick?<BR/>She is a superhuman!<BR/>Cure? Let's make a mess!<BR/><BR/>Flu bug, you vile beast<BR/>Share your joy with my neighbors.<BR/>They'll drive me to drink!Kimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03765796953114168927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-23161948720725516752009-01-20T14:43:00.000-05:002009-01-20T14:43:00.000-05:00The snot that I've wipedFrom all of my girls' nose...The snot that I've wiped<BR/>From all of my girls' noses<BR/>A river is less<BR/><BR/>"Look Mommy", I hear<BR/>Gross, what's hanging from your nose?<BR/>She wipes on the couch<BR/><BR/>Ashamed to admit<BR/>I do not quickly clean it<BR/>instead say, "use your shirt"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-1331780200626614102009-01-20T14:33:00.000-05:002009-01-20T14:33:00.000-05:00It must have been thepeanut butter sandwich fromla...It must have been the<BR/>peanut butter sandwich from<BR/>last night, she said, ralph.<BR/><BR/>1 o'clock, 2,5<BR/>6 am it comes<BR/>spewing in the john<BR/><BR/>it smelled like candy<BR/>it looked like pink barf<BR/>the toilet did flushVictoriahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13365426265371977025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-52143968019244845152009-01-20T14:29:00.000-05:002009-01-20T14:29:00.000-05:00(previous post was off a little)So tired. I wonder...(previous post was off a little)<BR/><BR/><BR/>So tired. I wonder<BR/>why your germs you pass to me,<BR/>leaving you to play...Stickyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02693558544168590952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-15185092429903304592009-01-20T14:28:00.000-05:002009-01-20T14:28:00.000-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Stickyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02693558544168590952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-80111093169847449082009-01-20T14:26:00.000-05:002009-01-20T14:26:00.000-05:00"Can I have ice cream?""No it's not good for puker..."Can I have ice cream?"<BR/>"No it's not good for pukers."<BR/>Praise Pedialyte.Stephaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11486223394459963669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-89754038655505068662009-01-20T14:06:00.000-05:002009-01-20T14:06:00.000-05:00Thirteen-month-old twinsEquals stomach flu times t...Thirteen-month-old twins<BR/>Equals stomach flu times two<BR/>Vomit. Bathe. Repeat.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com