Haiku (And Limerick) Contest For “Initiation”
I know this has been a long time coming, but I guess it is okay since we have a full two weeks between new episodes of The Office. It’s the traditional haiku contest (By the way, number 4 won last week. I’m sorry I never got the post up. The new pregnancy news got things hopping around the house. This time we’ll use a poll for voting to make it easier.)
This week is going to be a little different. You can still offer a regular haiku, but we’ll also accept Limericks this time around. If you need to be reminded what happened in the last episode, you can get your watch on here.
Haiku:
Three lines that don’t need to rhyme, but need to be 5-7-5 in syllables.
Limerick:
Five line poem that rhymes in a specific order. (A, A, B, B, A) We won’t be super picky since this is the first time. I’ll try my hand at a limerick to get things started:
He knew exactly how his treat should be toasted
But the best pretzel of the day
Wasn’t found in the hallway
It was the one Dwight Schrute and Cousin Mose did!
That’s my best shot, anyone else?
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October 25th, 2006 11:25
Ryan and Dwight
Egg an innocent building
Is Ryan OK?
Oh my god, it’s Jim
Hearing about Pam’s new life
Might it include him(?)
October 25th, 2006 11:59
Dwight will plant his seed.
Stanley will eat his pretzel.
Michael will…pass out.
This last episode was full of mishaps!
Ryan was forced to plant beets in bull crap.
“Fear” was Mose, Dwight’s cousin and friend,
then there’s Pam’s awkward convo with Jim.
All the while, Michael, lie taking a nap.
October 25th, 2006 12:07
Michael’s Agenda:
Cosby impression at 10.
“Hey! Jello Puddin!”
October 25th, 2006 16:12
couldn’t decided what topic i wanted…so i tried my hand at all….eek.
michael and stanley so very excited about the pretzel cart
so they stood in line ready to do their part
michael ordered it with lots of candy
sugar high made him leave his office to try to be handy
michael crashed, he’s now asleep, bless his heart
back in stamford jim and karen were at war
squeaky chair, i dont want it, its yours
andy tried to help out
in jim and karens mind there was never a doubt
that andy would end up with that squeaky piece of decor
it was going to be nothing but a sales call
ryan should have known better it was dwight afterall
dwight made him plant a beet seed
poor ryan didn’t know what would proceed him
final challange;wrestle cousin mose, make him fall
after a day of supervising michael
pam got a call that for a second was frightful
it was jim on the line
the conversation went oh so fine
until ryan unintentionally ruined the mood so delightful
so thats the story in short, in limerick form
hope that satisifed your mind and informed
now i’m off to watch tv
perhaps some office dvds?
too bad we have to wait another week for a new laughter storm
October 25th, 2006 21:36
Small things: squeak, seed, egg–
a pretzel, an impression,
a call: make big changes.
October 25th, 2006 23:56
Dwight tried to initiate Ryan
And we know just how hard he was tryin’
But “planting his seed”
That’s more than we need
I just hope to god he was lyin’.
Pretzles and things passed me by
I just didn’t care, that’s no lie
the fun for me
was getting to see
Michael’s crazy insanse sugar high.
This episode, it sure was dandy.
Michael ate pretzels and candy
Pam kept his log
(will it go on her blog?)
And the squeaky chair ended on Andy.
You guys need to learn about meter.
DwightK
October 26th, 2006 01:09
The temp was tested by A.R.M.
He did well until threatened by harm
Then he was like, ‘Dwight!
I’m not going to fight!
Plus you have a really weird farm.’
October 26th, 2006 06:39
Michael would work at nothing all day
If corporate would just stay away
But Jan called in
To spy on him
What else could Pam say?
October 27th, 2006 02:52
dwight wasnt this friendly before
pretzel brotherhood
telephone lines got jam all over
October 28th, 2006 20:50
I don’t want to be rude but I’m stuck
Some poems here have meters that suck
I should cut off your head
and then you’d be dead
Decapitated just like Ed Truck