Went to Post Office
Saw your picture on the wall
Came home. Wrote poem
Went outside again
Danced like Justin Timberlake
Got an erection
Haiku #63023, by Troll of Smurfville March 18, 2019 7:04 pm ET
So when was the last time any of you poets left your mother's basement and went outside?
Or maybe down to the pub or a beer?
Or down to the local park to smear poo on the bathroom stall door?
Go on... get out. Post what you did here when you get back.
One of my funniest memories is shooting a bottle rocket over the heads of a bunch of old people playing bridge at the local park recreation center one night. One of us held the door slightly ajar, I held the bottle rocket steady, and the other one of us lit the fuse. We ran away laughing like mad and didn't stop laughing for like two hours. It was awesome. But, sadly, no heart attacks like we were hoping for. Oh well.