Friday Haiku: Sharing Is Caring

I, so brown and sleek
You, so bright and white and pink
Our food is yummy.

Bunny and a horse
Sharing food love time and air
The world should be thus

Dirty bunny ‘tocks
Eating Horsie’s Lunchables
What a happy day!

Hippy hoppy bun
Clippity cloppity horse
Friendship knows no bounds

sharing brings good luck
four rabbit paws four horse shoes
the two will prosper

Okay, working on a haiku here, but in the meantime, RoseyPosey made me laugh. “Why can’t we do that?”
Yeah, man, I hate how every time a human shares food with a friend, it turns into a knock-down, drag-out fight!
Sorry! Not making fun of you, Rosey, your thought is perfectly sweet–it just spontaneously brought a hilarious image into my twisted mind.
In fact, just yesterday I went out to lunch with my mother and aunt. My mother asked if she could try just a bit of my sauce, and it made me so angry I hauled off and landed her one smack in the nose! She won’t try to get me to share my food again any time soon!

Sorry….

Rabbit eats horse food
Or does horse eat rabbit food?
Either way is yum!

Hey, did you guys know that you got Kanye-tized? You didz!!!

http://kanyelicio.us/www.cuteoverload.com

[That site is offline already; dang, that was quick. I'm glad I got a look at the Kanye-tized CO while I had the chance. --Mike]

rabbits eat own poo
horse’s glad to eat own food
and not vice versa

Extra Small Saddle?
No Sir! Not Me! Hitch up Pants
I just go Commando

Can’t think of a haiku but only a caption
“Honey, there’s a hare in my food”

Rabbit food in field?
And who puts horse food in bowls?
They stole dog’s dinner!

Bargles – the Kanye equivelent (no coffee yet!) of the Squirrelizer!?…yikes!

Tony James, the next time one of these girls tries to take your fires, just punch her! Right in the nose! I’m telling you, it works. She’ll be sticking to her damn rabbit food on her next date with you, I promise.

@Skippymom, personally, when my mom, or when my grandmas tried it, rest their souls, I would leap through the air in a ninja pirouette, and karate chop their windpipes. They had sacrificed so much for me, that they successfully taught me that it was ALL ABOUT ME ALL THE TIME, and they had eaten enough in their lifetimes. They had sufficient nourishment to bring me to my pinnacle of awesomeness, and that was that!

Aww, bunny and horsie!

ok folks, you’re crackin’ me up, but back to the haikus…

chocolate horseh
shares yummy summer snack with
vanilla bunneh

Rachael’s is my favorite so far!

but I even included a reference to a season!
/pout/

Tony James, here’s a strategy for you: Next time this happens (she orders salad) you should start .. VERY TEASINGLY…not hostile, obvy… “are you sure you don’t want fries” .. “fries really are good”, etc, before it’s too late to change her order … you could even throw in a teasing “ok but just don’t try to take any of my fries”. She’ll have to defend her choice.. and when the fries come you would be totally justified in “now hold on, I said you can’t have any of my fries”. Hollywood Marie is totally right about why women do this but they can, and should, learn to stop it and order whatever they want.

Large chocolate horse
Dollop of whipped cream bunny
Scrumpdelicious !

(that does not look spelled right..but you get the idea…)

Horsey chowing down
With a little white buddy
Bunday came early

HollywoodMarie, I completely understand what you’re saying, and I even agree with most of it. But violent abusers are violent because it’s in their nature. Not because they saw someone “condone” it on a website somewhere. We need to lay the onus for this kind of behavior on the perpetrators and stop blaming their environment for triggering it.

(I’d put it in a haiku, but like the bun that sucks at science and math, I suck at rhyme and meter.)

HM was saying it was a trigger for the abused women. She wasn’t referring to the abusive men.

And I think skippymom was being quite funny, but yeah, not funny at all to a victim.

METZ!!! Love eet!!! Nice one!

ceejoe, you incuded my fave season!

A horse and a bun
Don’t let my wife see this pic
She will buy them both

Horse and rabbit have
The same digestive system
They eat the same food.

Heigh-ho, sweet Concorde!
Rabbit of Caerbannog
Killed Sir Lancelot.

Rachael – It was the hippity hop clippity clop and then “bound” that got meh.

HM has a point
but its all about teh cute
take deep breath, relax

Said Horse to Bunny
“Two for me and one for you”
“Whatev!,” quoth the Bun

to TEHO (if you’re lurking…):

this pic is precious
reality casual
would make it killer

5-7-5 b*tches…lol

Seabiscuit to Bugs:
“Pellet noms are yummy! Does
this make me look fat?”

I’m in a race soon
Back me at 20 to one
Horse leaves to place bet

Lepus / Equus share
Alfalfa pellet buffet,
Identical ears.

awwww… that’s so sweet skippymom.. He’s so pretty!

Bun and horse buddies
Walk into a public house,
“Why the long face/ears?”

Happy anniversary, Dante and Theresa! Many more!

Eat now fluffy friend.
Later you will replace my
Missing front stocking.

Cheesy butterball?
Ooh, can I have that instead
Of the salad plz?

Nevermind, it was right the first time.

(I don’t have enough fingers on one hand…)

both are herbivores
amino acids, the same.
or else, whatta mess.

NTMTOM: IMMA LET YOU FINISH….teehee

Aha! I knew eet!
A horsey is really just
an oversized bun.

For a couple years, my boyfriend and I volunteered at a domestic violence shelter/law center as certified counselors. One summer, he got a biggest baddest black eye of all time while playing basketball, and knowing my tendency for bad jokes, he sternly warned me to make no jokes at the law center about domestic violence. The next day, we walked into the center, all the (female) employees and clients looked at us and gasped, “Estella! Haven’t you learned anything while you’ve been here!?” and all cracked up laughing uncontrollably.

/end random “domestic violence” story

PPS Relating back to Mr. West, I am waiting for the “He’s a jackass!” sound clip to be available to attach to Windows and Mac apps. Please, please, oh pleas.

@ TonyJames: The substance of your query has been addressed. Here’s my question to you: Are you not one of those British types? (Hints: “hoover up”, “just not on”.) If so, then wherefore “french fries”? Chips, neh? Chips!

Babs – of course, but I was translating for the benefit of my less fortunate colonial (“sepo”) chums. We British types understand that a chip is a french-fry, but were I to talk about ordering food with chips then the poor benighted heathen who inhabit the Lower 48 might think that I had some odd dining habits.

Giant doggie bowl
Filled with delectabuhl noms
Horse and bun approve

Brinn – yes. You can see why we’ve never got along:
French-fry=chip
Chip=crisp
Pants=trousers
Underwear=pants
Pissed=annoyed
Drunk=pissed
Pantyhose=tights (you have no distinct word for what we call stockings, which explains the level of frustration among American men and the volume of pron available in a country that regularly cuts the cr@p out of movies and damns a woman for flashing her nips on TV. Confused much? Incidentally, stockings are held up with a garter belt, and they’re a good deal sexier than pantyhose).
Landwar in Asia=WTF?! Don’t you people every learn!?

wow! 2 much in10sit-e for a haiku friday……

@kathryn “one pill” lyrics were jefferson airplane “white rabbit” and alice’s restaurant was arlo guthrie but guess you’re riffing on “in wonderland” gig. awesome reference……

bunneh and horseh
munching organic in field
all comes out in end

grace slick is trippin’
“one pellet makes you bigger”
“and one, makes you small”

pellets gracie likes
are lysergic acid ergot
sees, dreams, in color

idyllic field
filled with peace, quiet and nom
lets take a nap, horse

lewis carroll dreams
of long falls down rabbit holes
horse too big for that

majestic brown horse
and powder-puff bunneh share
a serene meadow

where’s the mad hatter?
or the red queen and her cards?
i like cheshire cat

i walked in white paint
you got doused in it bunneh
dont walk under ladders…….

rock and roll lyrics
by kath’ryn, merge in haiku
along with good book

horse, you look like
you’ve not missed a meal in years
give bunneh a chance

bunneh, you’re not skinny
you’ll never get mistaken
for a powder puff

bunneh buns and ‘tocks
a horseh’s hinds and quarters
is view from the back

supple chocolate mane
and soft, fuzzy furriness
want to pet them both

my porno name is bunneh love
so whats yours big, brown horseh?
I’m Miles Furlong

last friday haiku
better make it good for sure
aw what the heck, chow!

that’s a lot of verse
fast and loose with the meter
ah well, it’s Friday

(@Gillian)

Jennifer – I have no problem with someone saying, “I’m going to order salad but I’ll pinch some of your fries.” At least there’s a statement of intent, and we can get along with sharing food (come on, now – it’s nice to occassionally pass over a forkful of whatever you ordered so you can try some of the other person’s. It’s all romantic an’ junk).
It’s the sense of entitlement I find most galling. There’s a tacit thing going on here:
“We’re going out/dating, and as the girlfriend I have been endowed by my Creator with certain unalienable Rights. Among these are the right to: eat whatever I like from your plate without argument, expect that I will have a date on major holidays and weekends without it being brought up, and criticise your bachelor friends, tastes in furniture, music, decor, art, culture, films, and wardrobe (“It’s not that I mind you wearing black t-shirts – I just think it would be nice if that wasn’t the only option”).
Of course, rights do not come without responsibilities. To whit, you have the responsibility to: know what I want without asking, give over 92% of your bathroom cabinet to my pills, potions, nostrums and facepaints, dedicate 103% of your storage space to my clothes, not criticise when I go to the flea-market and come back with possibly the world’s ugliest orange ceramic owl that you can store cookies in, and to accept that whatever has happened it is your fault: lost while driving, movie is sold-out, boss being a douche, lost cat, or global-thermonuclear war.”

AND WE PUT UP WITH IT!

{{{HUGS}}} to Tony. I’m sorry we’re crazy.

lets all take a pill!
too critical of others
enjoy bun and horse!!

Brinnann:
Women are crazy
But men tolerate you girls
Because you’re cute too

@Kelsey, thank you, thank you {{ KELSEY }}. You are so right. That’s all I even need to say. You’re just absolutely 100% right.
And back to the Tony James discussion, I’m glad I’m not the only one that wondered at the combination of “fries” and “Just Not On”. Regardless, I agree, girl saying “I’m ordering salad but can I have just a couple fries” ahead of time is one thing. Taking almost all of them later, with no warning, should be discouraged. “Sense of entitlement”, for sure. I hope she’s REALLY cute if you put up with that.

The horse asked the bunny “Do you have problems with poop sticking to your fur?” … Wait, wrong joke

Mary – only *half* in love with me? What’s wrong with the other half, dammit!?
Not to worry, I was just ranting – she’s really quite well behaved, and she’s taking well to the training.
Stockings are sexy (from a male perspective), and while we wouldn’t expect you to wear them all the time (the novelty factor would be lost if you did) every so often means that we’re pleasantly suprised when you do.
And your assumption is correct (if you discount rugby-club christmas parties and the Hash kennel’s annual Red Dress Run…).

Okay, Tony J., you have hit one of my last nerves with a sledgehammer…
If you have that many complaints about all the things your date does and expects, then don’t go out with her. Find a smart, interesting woman who has figured out the b-s, so aptly described by Hollywood Marie, and who won’t put up with it anymore–who will order fries and eat them and love it, and never claim to be on a diet for form’s sake while stealing your fried chicken or spooning up all your ice cream. And who won’t take over your bathroom without asking, or redecorate your flat without your permission, or get pi**ed when you make plans without her. You say “she’s really really cute,” therefore that’s the reason you want to date her and it’s the choice you are making. You put yourself in that boat; don’t moan and gripe now. You sound like Professor Higgins, bless your heart, only you are worse, and besides, that story had a fairy tale ending.

I GET SO TIRED OF PUTTING UP WITH THIS B-S!

In addition, love all the haikus and everyone’s inventive brains. I’ve been LOL’ing at them, and showed some of them to my work-study students. We attempted to write some of our own but got sidetracked by trying to do ABA rhymes at the same time.
@ Teho, edit away if you wish.

[Nah, not getting any further into this one. I tried to gently steer folks back to the haikus, but nooooo, some of y'all just had to jump headlong into this completely unrelated sandtrap, so you might as well dig yourselves out; silly me for not realizing that being happy & having fun together on a Friday night were such outdated notions - Ed.]

[Also, THPPPPPPPPPT. - Ed.]

@Mary, I can’t remember a fairy tale ending in any version of the story. THe play ends with Eliza walking out; the movie ends with her remaining with Higgins. Neither of those seems like a fairy tale ending to me.

White Rabbit to Horse:
“The stuff my mother gives me
Does nothing at all.”

Then the brown horse said,
“I just ate some kind of s’hroom.
And I’m ten feet tall.”

But the Red Queen says,
“If you go chasing rabbits
You’re going to fall.”

Such is the chess game
When logic and proportion
Are both sloppy fed.

[Nod to Kathryn #49]

@Kelsey, I really appreciate and thank you for what you wrote– I get annoyed when lectured by people who know nothing about me or my history, but also accept it as part of life on the Internet.

Yes, Theresa, you are right. But the movie seems more like a fairy-tale ending, if only for Higgins, because Eliza comes back to him. Shaw, I think, had a much more equitable and honorable vision of relationships; in that sense, Shaw and Peter Wimsey are very close in viewpoint.
I expect anti-feminist nuffing any minute. Good think my B(oy)F(riend) is a great chef & can make flan, & creme brulee, & pudding cake, & heavenly home-made chocolate sauce with Chambord, & I think I’ll go home & have dinner now.

@QofD, LOL thanks! Funny thing is, if not for being unable to make it fit in the syllable count I was gonna use Stockings, before the whole stockings/chips/crisps/fries/salad conundrum.

You can lead a horse
to rabbit, but you cannot
make him take a ride

“Use ‘horticulture’
in a sentence, Miss Parker!”
Rabbit disapproves.

(for Roxi)

Ah, the middle ground.
Some folks have a real talent;
I struggle sometimes.

Patty:
Sharing? Fine by me.
Tis with blatant thievery
I have a problem.

METZ WINS!

another survivor (but only just) of beatings from multiple generations. i choose who to tell and then i want it to be a ZAP, a big surprise, ’she simply doesn’t seem the type to have suffered like that…’

oh, yeah? have a seat, here’s the kleenex and a basin should you need it. and here’s a minor version of
THE STORY OF MY LIFE…

and that, said she, is that.

@Theo
“But, Dad, he started it!”

and, yes, it’s another tempest in a teacup. I should have ignored the whole thing as I usually do, and will do always from now on.

I bet you they are eating alphalfa (sp darn) pellets. Yummy for all !

No. Bunneh is stocking. See?

Sharing together
Always tastes so much better
Humans should try it

You need to know to
Count on, not syllables
“Haiku” has three

Will Mike ever learn?
“Haiku” is not English
Don’t mispronounce it

[Dude, we say "hye-KOO"
[This is just the way it is
[Sun rises, sun sets - Ed.]

Did everyone run out and get a lobotomy? Is that it?

If I step on eet
I will then have four white feet,
four winter snow feet

horticulture <—- HAHAHA! *snerk*

lace wigs, a haiku is three lines with the following amount of syllables:

5 syll.
7 syll.
5 syll.

Go back and count out some of the other ones in the post. While not all of them are accurate, you’ll see the pattern.

Well, I had used spaces to show where the syllables fell, but it didn’t quite work. Lemme try that again.

Horses are friendly
1… 2…. 3… 4….. 5
And bunnies are so much fun
1…. 2… 3….. 4…. 5.. 6……. 7
I love to pet them
1 2… 3. 4…. 5