Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Haikuesday with Starman


You're alone in outer space.

You encounter a massive sentient and unfriendly being, made out of some sort of solidified energy.

You've already tried to blast it with your weapon of almost unimaginable power, but to no avail.

So you use the only greater power you can imagine:

your fist.

THEN, you make a silent haiku about it, entitled...

*UNNH*


All that got me is
a fistful of sore knuckles!
I've felt softer rocks!


If so, then you must be the Golden Age Starman.

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4 comments:

  1. Unknown2/22/2011 9:02 AM

    Starman punches hard
    In space no one hears you yawn
    Readers floating, bored

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  2. TotalToyz2/22/2011 10:19 AM

    I wonder why I
    Can breathe in space? Surely I
    Should run out of--ACKK!

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  3. Bryan L2/22/2011 11:28 AM

    The mighty Starman
    Revered for his top-notch brain
    I do wonder why.

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  4. Nathan Hall2/24/2011 11:33 AM

    Messed that last one up. Here's another shot:

    Golden Age Starman
    Flies through gritless universe
    Punching energy

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