Did you take my shorts?
Cuz they aren't in the dryer
where I had left them.
Everybody takes
my stuff and I never know
where anything is.
Was it you? Or you?
Maybe it was you. Or YOU.
It sure wasn't me.
I hate that no one
ever leaves my stuff alone.
*foot stamp plus door slam*
Oh. I found my shorts.
I guess they were put away
into my dresser.
How was I supposed
to know that they were in there?
Jeez, Mom, just calm down!
Originally posted at From the Planet of Janet
Hehehe...
As a Mom who writes a lot of poetry (more of the somber, melancholy kind) I love this.
And as a Mom of teens, that last line in particular speaks to me.
Excellent!
Posted by: Zayna | January 25, 2009 at 01:20 PM
Love it! Read it on Planet, still love it here. It's so, so true to life.
Posted by: Daisy | January 25, 2009 at 01:47 PM
That's not my son there...that's my husband!
Great haiku :)
Posted by: Merrilee Faber | January 25, 2009 at 05:53 PM
Ha! So much fun to read! So much aggravation to live through. Why is it that they so rarely seem to understand when an apology is due? *sigh*
Posted by: Ilona | January 26, 2009 at 06:23 AM