Have we eked out the last, the very last of our weekend versifying?
We’ve got a governor swanning around, making kissy-face with far-right bigwigs, and he doesn’t think he has to tell you a thing about it. And he really wants to tell you that. Sheila Oliver? She says Christie’s ‘mentally deranged’. But what’s her deal? Or did she even make one? Jersey taxpayers are on the hook for $420K for Jersey Shore – woo hoo! Carl Lewis is running, running. Christie’s visiting schools – make sure your little drug mules look nice that day. The 9/11 10th anniversary is behind us, but not the memory.
It’s haiku time.
You remember the rules. Five syllables the first line, 7 the next, then 5 again. Take the suggestion of the person before you, set the topic for the next one. Nothing has to rhyme. Feel free to make a point with your haiku. Feel free to give somebody hell. Extra credit for linking to a Blue Jersey post or news article somewhere else. I’ll start off:
Bite me, New Jersey. Love, Chris Christie (in 2 parts)
I go where I want
I do what I wanna, so
Mind your own beeswax
Who rides with the governor?
Redact that, right now.