Common Haiku

So I guess some of the media got tired of talking about Usama Bin Laden all the time and decided to turn their attention to more important things.

Like who is being invited to the Presidential Poetry Night.

Up until recently, I didn't even know the President had a poetry night. I tried going to a poetry night at a coffee shop and I thought something must be wrong with me because I didn't get much out of it.

I think Shakespeare is poetry, so if they had read Shakespeare all night it would have been different. Maybe.

My favorite form of poetry, though, is Haikus. They're so much fun to write. You can write them about almost anything.

But I digress.

The President invited some guy named "Common" (I'm not even sure that's how you spell it) to the poetry night and apparently this guy is kinda famous for being political and controversial. Like loving Obama, hating President Bush, and using all kinds of unkind words. I never heard of him before recently, so I'm wondering how famous can this guy be?

On the other hand, it was only several months ago I learned that Lady Gaga was a singer and not a new kind of cheap body spray. Speaking of which, does anyone remember the body spray called "Jean Nate" or the one called "Baby Soft"? Did I just date myself?

I digress again.

I think if they were looking for a good poet, they should have asked my Mother because she writes awesome Haikus and she LOVES Obama. She would have been a shoo-in for poetry night.

For those of you who don't know, a Haiku is a form of Japanese poetry. It consists of three lines. The first line being 5 syllables long, the second being 7, and the third being 5 syllables again.

It looks something like this:

Poet called Common?
Who is he? He has issues.
His mouth needs some soap.


See? It's easy.

And it's a great stress reliever. You should try it some time.

As I said before, my Mom is really great at writing Haikus. This is the one she emailed me for Mother's Day. By the way, Chloe is my daughter.


A Mother's Day Haiku
by Lisa's Mom

OMG Chloe
Where is my new underwear?
Is that a new hat?


For those of you who don't have children who put your underwear on their heads, this makes no sense. I laughed out loud.

Haikus rock. Instead of a poetry night the President should have Haiku night.

And he should invite my Mom to perform.