July 7, 2014 
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🍸 you’re more likely to have a hangover if you drink in the eave-ning 🍸
ours was a “BP oil spill” kind of relationship, rather than a “wind beneath my wings” sorta thing
🍸 you’re most likely a sad drunk if you drink in the mourning 🍸
deuce coupe = port-a-potty
newly single, she was in no hurry to be re-deuced again
gluten = cause of all gluten-y
weird how much “covet” sounds like “love it”
🍸 you are probably “Hootie & the blowfish” if you drink at night 🍸
July 6, 2014 Comments Off on s’Miley Poem
in Frosted wood
a Poe-sy could
Walt at time of pickin’…
but sharp Whitman
will bring a can
of water for that Dickens…
🙂 Karen
July 5, 2014 Comments Off on Ran = dumb
I refuse to weigh myself on a scale—a size 1, it’s an effective choice. Why then…do I weigh myself on a virtual scale every day?
♦ vindictive librarians are ventriloquists ♦
right next to “unknown” search terms in the Dashboard, WP oughta put “uncool” search terms…
Poly-gon. The girl tried angling, but couldn’t.
a good relationship = based on friendship
a great relationship = based on “elationship”
♦ longterm goal: to write a haiku which multi-syllabic title is longer than the actual haiku itself ♦
Regarding popularity: Kim Kardashian’s popular. And so talented, too.
Q: how does a hypochondriac celebrate?
A: sham-pain (she bruise herself)
♦ Selfie – Self = IE ♦
I wonder if Pharrell Williams head is a “room without a roof” for real;
you never see him without a hat…
July 4, 2014 2 Comments
There’s a half can of trash…
Is it optimistic to say
it’s half full?
Or half-empty…
July 2, 2014 2 Comments
I was watching the game the other day on TV, and come time for the seventh inning stretch, well, you could’a heard a pin drop. Where were all the back-up singers? Where were the reedy (slightly inebriated) voices of game-goers lifted in good-time conviviality? I speculated…..
 Time to take out my iPhone,
Time to check my eEEEee-mail!
If I want peanuts
or crackerjack–
I’ll order online,
a drone drops off my snack!
Now, it’s root
root root
for some plastic
a drone don’t take dollars or sense!
and
it’s
8, 9, 10
bucks for dogs
—extra for condiments!
O s-a-a-y did you see?
The newsfeed in the newsfeed
what so freeee-quently ran
was that Grumpy Cat streaming…
whose broad gripes
and bad mood
helps us know what is rude
and whose well-captioned mug
gist is generally: daf-u-u-h-q
But he prompts us to share!
to show we
are
so
there!
and that w-e-e-e get the joke
like the rest of the folk’
O say does that graphic
come with a-a-a-a-a Tr-o-o-o-jan
to copy strokes of k-e-e-y
that some spammer will save.
¢Karen
May 20, 2014 8 Comments
white
or padded
twill
or tatted
to hell with catchall mitts
gloves implying
underlying
urge to return hit…
if I’m dusty
knuckles busting
pinkie drooping low
I won’t hide it
just abide it
and I’ll skip
marking toes…
©Karen Robiscoe
May 19, 2014 13 Comments
Lou and Marie
dropped in unexpected
fine enough folk
despite the defection
and pouring a coke
to go with selection
of Versailles-tile cakes
(the Twinkie confection)
I found no utensils that suited a Queen…
So, split cake in thirds
with small guillotine…
©Karen Robiscoe
Daily Prompt: Goldilocks re-visited…or, what would you do if you came upon strangers eating cake in your living room. Because you know, it’s important to know what to do in such circumstances. Call the Pastry Po-Po, I suppose…;)
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