Sunday, January 2, 2011

Progressing Haikus (The 9th Day of Christmas)

When I dance
The awkward steps up...
And trips me.

When nine ladies dance
The graceful pirouetting
Is smooth like butter.

When I dance with nine ladies
The butter greases the parquet floor
And we all crash and break limbs.

7 comments:

John said...

Aren't you on the dance floor a day early?

W.B. Picklesworth said...

I don't think so. Isn't it the ninth day of Christmas today? And, if so, that means nine ladies kickin' up their heals. But I've been wrong before.

John said...

I thought you a Lord, not a lady.... Perhaps my mistake?
I thought you would be leaping around tomorrow

W.B. Picklesworth said...

Nope, other lords are slated for tomorrow. Believe me, I am not Lord of the Dance!

Bike Bubba said...

I was thinking that your broken limbs would be administered by Mall Diva if she caught you dancing with nine ladies...... :^)

W.B. Picklesworth said...

I don't doubt it. But I was hoping the poem was over the top enough to avoid that fate.

Bike Bubba said...

Well, at least she didn't break your arms, as you can still respond to smart aleck comments on your blog! :^)