In the original Haiku thread started by LilMew, I posted a haiku mourning the out-of-stock-ness of Egg Nog cartos in 36mg. This started a goofy conversation in haiku between born and me. I originally wanted to post our conversation as a compilation and enter the contest together with it, but he informed me that he was former V4L staff and couldn't enter. So, I've decided that as long as it's ok, I'll enter my parts of the conversation with his shown in parentheses for relevance.
Oh, Egg Nog sample, I was reluctant to try, Farewell, surprise fave.
I will miss you much, Spicy vanilla vapor, I might buy the juice.
(What is this egg nog? I think you are very brave. Mark send her it all.)
Egg Nog is too good. Like spicy French vanilla? Then, take a risk, born.
By the way, dear born, Forum veteran who brings, So many teh lulz...
I've wanted to ask: About your small avatar, What the hell is it?
(my avatar is gourmet poutine is so good it will fill you up)
Thank you very much. I now have some peace of mind. I'll try it some day.
THIS IS NOT MINE BUT GIVE IT SO TIME AND IM SURE YOU'LL LOVE IT TO UNKNOWN AUTHOR ONLINE
:I lie in here, beside the whitewashed wall, My hair is gone, my head is bald, The room is sterile and it's very cold, Wish you were here, Dad, I need someone to hold.
I can't breathe, I'm on a machine, It goes whirr and click, it's such a din, I've got lung cancer, it's all black inside, When Mom says smoking causes cancer, Dad, I think she lied.
I never lit up, even when you did, I just sat next to you, a small little kid, You huffed and puffed through your life, Dad, And Mom always looked so very sad.
My friends asked me to smoke, but I never did, Because Mom told me from young: smoking is stupid, It soots up your lungs and blackens your teeth, So when I see a smoker, Dad, I anger and seethe.
You smoked two packs a day but you're still healthy and strong, I hate smokers, Dad, but I never thought you wrong, I love you, Dad, I always sat next to you, And I know that you always loved me too.
The room here is cold, I see you through the glass, And I think back to long ago, Dad, of times past, Of the memories, I recall as much as I can, There's always been a cigarette, Dad, stuck inside your hand.
I remember the fun things, Dad, all the times we had, But as I look at you from here, you look so very sad, You're not smoking, Dad, no cigarette I can see on you, Maybe it's just the hospital, and this is the ICU.
My breathing becomes labored, I don't think I'll live, Well, I tried my best, I gave all I had to give, But one thing, Dad, I cannot comprehend, I'm not a smoker, so why is my life about to end? VAPOR 4 LIFE