Poetic narratives

Maya, at the excellent Postcards from Sacramento, has been trying to express herself only in haiku lately. Fantastic. Being the unoriginal idea-thief I am, I decided to try my hand at it as well.

I present to you a . . .

Haiku, on my current mindset:

No pants shall I wear
until given a job or
a breakfast invite.

Cinquain, on unfinished business:

My car
is full of crap
I have failed to unpack.
To do so seems odd, as it just
goes back.

Limerick, on sizeable breakfast portions:

I ate a scramble today
'twas massive in ev'ry way
I gulped it all down
and said with a frown
"Gaw-damn that cook came to play"

Haiku mk II, on smelly-ass plants

Mother has lilies.
They smell like my feet'd, drank I
naught but vinegar.

I'm here all month folks.

Those vinegar-and-foot smelling plants are real. Avoid orange lilies.