Oh, nice try, Lois! But you were so distracted by the attempt on your life, you forgot the seven-syllable caption would have to go in the MIDDLE of your other two lines. D'oh!
Still, impressive use of stuttering to add the extra syllable in the last line; no wonder you got a Pulitzer.
"A sniper's bullet ...
[and during a shopping trip]
b- barely missed me!"
If ya ask me, I think she over-reacted. No doubt it was simply the DCU's League of Fashion Assassins aiming for her ridiculous tamarind Coco Chanel pillbox hat, purely out of a sense of decency and devotion to a well-dressed society.
Poet-readers; if you were Lois (or an onlooker, or the sniper!), what haiku would YOU have composed upon this occasion?
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Orange pillbox hat
Unmoved, stationary, fixed
Attached with epoxy?
Fun! Extra syllablee in the last line though;
how about just
"Epoxy-attached?"
That'll do it@!
Oh crap she saw me!
Sniping sucks, bad guy loses.
Superman is here.
Lois stress relief,
Shopping, she sees a sale!
Bullet misses brain.
Gloved hands wave!
Panic strikes Lois Lane!
Orange! Cringe!
LoFA membership,
must stop the awful trends!
Kill the gloved one!
I hate the brick walls!
Topple them all! Each brick falls!
By my sniper's bullets!
Jimmy, perched atop a distant roof, mutters to himself:
Can't you see he's mine?
Superman loves me, not you!
Die, orange temptress!
Shortly following the bullet's KRACK!, Lois monologues:
My life theatened? Yes!
Hot Kryptonian lovin'
Is coming my way.
Superman, watching from low earth orbit, shakes his head.
Dammit! She still lives.
I want to date other girls...
I suck at break-ups.
So close he was--Death!
All I wanted was to buy
lipstick: to match suit.
Each year at this time
The competition gets worse
January sales
Thanks Scipio.
How 'bout
Kurt Schaffenburger
Really ahead of his time
He knew "Krack" was whack
From the alleged sniper:
Almost hit someone!
Have to find better way to
Remove grafitti
Okay, we're going to HAVE to make a website just for these...
Goddammit Lana
You had your chance in Smallville
Quit shooting at me
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
Alas, poor building!
Struck down in its prime by a
badly-aimed bullet.
Jimmy must have bad
aim since I'm only seven
feet away from him!
If only I let
him touch my boobs last weekend
he wouldn't be mad.
Bonus points for putting the phrase "seven feet" in the middle of a haiku, Des!!!!
Cheers! What can I say?
Poetic inspiration
found through Lois Lane
(pssst...that's also a
haiku...but sadly this is
not quite a haiku.)
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