#0141 | hell hath no fury
Submitted by Micah in Boise, Idaho.
Here’s Micah’s story:
“When I was 10, there was not much to do in my neighborhood; we had to find ways to entertain ourselves.
I once chased a black billy goat next to the river on my bicycle. I would not recommend this, as it reared its head back and unveiled its fiery eyes of death. It was all I could do not to fall off of my bike and run the other direction.”
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ah, those goats. seem so tame when they’re just munching grass. but to be chased by one? :O
This haiku really gets my goat!
Thank you, thank you, I’ll be here all week.
This kind of smear campaign against billy goats has got to stop. It’s racist, unfair and not in keeping with the Constitution. Sorry, I got carried away with the spirit of the elections. I read the part about firey eyes and thought you were talking about Sarah Palin. When I re-read the article, I discovered my error. Nice haiku.
woot! nice job, and thank you Danny de Zayas and Nina Barry for illustrating and haikuing my story.