Silent night, holy night,
haiku time, no need to rhyme.
Seventeen syllables, all to a point.
Skewer the famous and stir up the joint.
Poetry makes for good screeds,
highlighting newsmakers' misdeeds.
The Senate may be working Christmas Eve, but Haiku Harry is halfway to St. Barts by now. (He'll be the one sitting next to you on the beach with the excess body hair and the French man-thong.)
So this will be an abbreviated version of Haiku Friday, which is probably for the best, since you're already late for the airport to begin with.
Snowstorm hits east coast.
Washington D.C. shut down,
except the Senate.
Health care held hostage
by a creep from Nebraska,
and Joe Lieberman.
Swedish cars are done.
Saab is officially dead,
Volvo now Chinese.
Army says: "No kids!"
NOW shrieks "No fair to women!"
Terrorists just laugh.
Well, that's it for this week and this year for Haiku Friday. The only things likely to happen between now and January 4 are the Pope saying "Merry Christmas" in about 65 languages and Tiger Woods having sex with about 65 women. Have a nice Christmas, a Happy New Year and don't forget to "accidentally" drop some ham on the floor for the dog (and your sister-in-law's kids, if need be.)