Haiku Tuesday: The delicate art of overtaking
挨拶、読者! Welcome to another edition of the web's most iconic weekly racing-themed haiku poetry confab this side of Tokyo!
This week, we turn our plumed pens (okay, okay... our plume-pen-themed keyboards) to the topic of the IndyCar Grand Prix of Alabama at Barber Motorsports Park. Plenty to talk about with this race, so without further ado about nothing (trust me, there's not much to begin with), let's get to the haiku... and you readers, make sure you join in on the fun in the comments!
Your weekly verse after the jump...
Takuma's Lotus.
Velocity's green flower.
Sadly parked and done.
A clean race so far.
Wait... an obstruction ahead.
Oh hell, it's Milka!
Danica passes.
In the pits? NO! On the track!
Who's your GoDaddy?
Thank goodness for Jon.
A gift to our lexicon:
Shave the interval!
Thanks to Target deal
Dario Franchitti now
Is "Frico Suave."
Passing zones are scarce.
Wisdom says turn five only.
Vitor says, "Yeah, right!"
The Ice Man cometh.
Yet Spiderman wins the day.
The fence was calling.
"Y'all start those engines."
Scary? No more frightening
Than giant spider.
#ParkMilka hashtag.
Nicole Manske Briscoe's fault.
That's not your job, ma'am.
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I will rock your s--t, Japanese poetry-style
Pretty track? Agreed.
Lots of action? Negative.
George got sunburned, though.
BAH!! Stupid Haiku’s and all that brevity. And careful counting. (I WAS TOLD THERE WOULD BE NO MATH HERE TODAY!!!!) It’s distracting. But whatever. You know who’d be good at this? Yoda.
Yoda?
Look, young Padawan.
Ready, you are not as yet.
Giant, my ears are!
You are validating my inherent mistrust of strangers.
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Got one.
Dixon jumped the start.
Or did he? Barnhart says yes.
Naughty, naughty, Scott.
two haiku
best snack at the track
was not the barbecue but
a duno sandwich
It’s called a Hobbku
When you butcher a haiku
like Roy Hobbson do
by reddcarr on Apr 13, 2010 4:35 PM EDT reply actions 2 recs
EPIC!
That deserves a rec.
You are validating my inherent mistrust of strangers.
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Day late, holla short.
We are the egg men,
Roy Hobbson is the Walrus
Hobb-ku-ku-ka-chu
by GroundedEffects on Apr 14, 2010 8:56 AM EDT reply actions 1 recs
Well done!
I’m thinking during an off week we may have to do a Hobbson Haiku edition… so inspiring!
You are validating my inherent mistrust of strangers.
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Hobbson++
Indy Augusta
Ethanol, and barbecues
Hobbson’s fuming, too
Don’t let your victories go to your head
or those failures to your heart
criticizing is easy when winning is everything
[counts syllables on hands like Slingblade]
Waaaait a second!! HOW DARE YOU!?!? That’s not a haiku!! That’s a Chuck D song. “He Got Game,” I believe.
(On second thought, well played.)
Chuck D? as in Mista-Chuck
That’s why I got a couple Chevies
Low budget I am believe me when I speak it
Limousine ain’t a damn thing unless they let me keep it
Beautiful lyric.
A lesson for the ages.
But Hobbson is right.
You are validating my inherent mistrust of strangers.
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Good heavens, Hobbson.
Did I say that you were right?
Flaming toads falling!
You are validating my inherent mistrust of strangers.
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