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Do
you even understand how awesome today is? DO
YOU? Here is a hint:
I know! A landline! |
Today,
the ever-lovely, unbelievably genius Peyton Price of Suburban Haiku is here at my humble
blog, dropping haiku like a jedi master. Do you follow her? Have you read her
stuff? Do you have a weirdly almost stalkery fancrush on her, too? I followed
Peyton on Twitter and fell in love. That crush was cemented when I picked up the
Suburban
Haiku: Christmas Special for some fun holiday reading and it made a usually
stressful time delightfully hilarious. I giggled. A lot. Despite an influx of
in-laws.
A
couple of weeks ago, I got Peyton's newest book, Suburban
Haiku: Poetic Dispatches from Behind the Picket Fence, and from the first
haiku, I was once again cracking up - seriously, from the very first one.
This is the first one. I'm still laughing. And I don't even have a dog. |
Peyton does such a great job of deftly and
succinctly capturing the mood and ethos and inanity of suburban living, she
makes minutiae universal. In 17
syllables, she breaks down the sanctimony and insecurity that belie life in
these American suburbs.
[Yup,
B.A. and M.A. in English Literature. And yes, I was the one who said,
"Poetry is far superior to fiction as a means of expressing eternal
truths" during that Lit seminar. You're welcome, bitches.]
The
husband happened to see the book and picked it up and then could not stop
laughing. Yes, don’t let the pink cover fool you, this book is for all the
sexes.
He kept saying "ice box." And then I stabbed him. |
We all know her, right? |
Seriously. Peyton’s brilliant.
Anyway,
Peyton graciously put together an opportunity for us to delve into the genius
that is Suburban Haiku. To make it easier on us, and because this is my blog,
she created some haiku that WE can finish, in our own inimitable ways. Like, by
using swears.
This
is WAY better than Mad Libs.
Remember,
it's 5-7-5. So count out syllables and do your best and leave your version in
the comments.
I'll be randomly picking out A WINNER for a copy of Peyton's book
next week. ARE YOU EXCITED? I KNOW! ME, TOO!
Start Haiku-ing, people. GO!
In The Suburbs, No One Can Hear You Swear
Haiku by Peyton Price (and you)
It is so _____ hard
to find the right _____ lipstick.
(tossing another)
No tipping your chair.
Don't tip it. Stop that tipping.
Don't tip the _____ chair!
Cocoa? Roasted nuts?
This is a cookie exchange!
I baked, you _____!
I blurted out “_____“
but the dog thought I said “SIT!”
quite fortunately.
She calls her husband
“my husband” every _____ time.
What is that _____’s name?
Dear other mothers
If I keep my kid home sick
you _____ better well.
Here's mine:
She calls her husband
"my husband" every damn time.
What is that fuck's name?
Peyton Price is the author of Suburban
Haiku: Poetic Dispatches from Behind the Picket Fence. The only time she
swears is when the windows are open and the neighbors happen to be walking by.
If you believe that, you’re welcome to drop in any time at suburbanhaiku.com.
Dear other mothers
ReplyDeleteIf I keep my kid home sick
you for fuck sake better well.
I'm not playing because I have Peyton's book and I FUCKING LOVE IT!
ReplyDeleteher books are just genius, Haiku is FUCKING HARD. (ahem) and she does it so well, I love it and get jealous at the same time.
Love that she's here and you're here with her AWESOME book.
FUCK YEAH! ;) xo
In answer to your questions at the beginning of your post: yes, yes, and yes! Peyton is awesome!
ReplyDeleteIn answer to your questions at the beginning of your post: yes, yes, and yes! Peyton is awesome!
ReplyDeleteShe calls her husband
ReplyDelete“my husband” every bloody time.
What is that dunghole’s name?
Oh yeah, I might be currently working my way through Game of Thrones Season 3... :)
It is so goddamn hard
ReplyDeleteto find the right blowjob lipstick.
(tossing another)
I already won a copy and although I do love Peyton two book's worth, I should probably let you spread the love a bit more. I thought I'd try my hand at a haiku of my own seeing if I could make a swear haiku:
ReplyDeleteMotherhood Monday
shit pee kid pull up your pants
It's time for playgroup