Roses are Red, Booty Haiku.

I’m making the minions-I mean the kids-write Springtime haikus today. I hated being told to write a certain way when I was in school, so of course I have to inflict the same torture on them. Baby girl decides to write about catching butterflies and sticking them in a jar.

I peek over her shoulder and see “I like to” written on the first line.

“I like to what?” I ask.

“Catch butterflies,” she says.

“Is that going to fit?” I ask. “Count it out.”

She holds up a finger for each syllable: “I-like-to-catch-butt… oh.”

“Yeah,” I say. “This isn’t the time of year for that, I don’t think.”

Baby girl considers that for a minute. “Mom,” she asks, “Is there ever a good time of year to catch butt and keep it in a jar?”

The kid has a point.

3 responses to “Roses are Red, Booty Haiku.”

  1. Cute! Just a point–usually one would leave out the pronouns and other extraneous stuff in Haiku. Catching butterflies is a perfect first line for that one. I like writing Haiku.

    I wish someone would catch MY butt in a jar. And keep it there.

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    1. She did in the last line: “Put them in a jar”-but since I rather despise being told how you’re supposed to write anything, I wasn’t too picky about it. 🙂

      Now I’m picturing some creepy guy walking around with your butt in a jar in his backpack, and that disturbs me.

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  2. Ass locked in a jar
    Oh, the humanity of
    putting away buts!

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