Haiku Tuesday: The "I Feel Like Death" Edition

Today's Haiku Tuesday is a bit abbreviated because I've been ill for two days. And by abbreviated, I mean SHORT. Not like making the title H.T. Just wanted to be clear on this.

Now look at what you made me do. I was trying to make this short and now I'm two paragraphs into this without having done a single poem. I'M A SICK MAN. Seriously - I don't want to go into details, but let's just say that I am best friends with Pepto Bismol right now. And that it's probably not wise of you to ask me to say the word "Buick."

Poetry after the jump.

Milka spins again.
Nearly wrecks the field again.
Probation works, folks!

J.R. Hildebrand.
Someone give him a full ride.
You won't regret it.

Taku and braking.
Two things that do not mesh well.
Rides through the gravel.

Look out for Alex.
He looked pretty FAZZT out front.
Let's see it some more.

Cue Ashley's dancing.
Her husband Frico wins big.
Earns the Chipple Crown.

Worst cage fight ever:
Wilson taking on Briscoe.
Keep it on Twitter.

A driver's racetrack.
Mid-Ohio fun to race.
Not so fun to watch.

Hunter-Reay's da man.
Making his teammates look bad.
His ride still may end.