Haikus for yous

Since Don's taking his sweet time writing a post, I thought I'd go ahead and share some haikus I came up with last evening, while doing dishes on the dock at sunset.

Palm tree silhouttes
against Maxfield Parish skies.
Dishes are done, man!

On shit-covered docks 
seagulls stand one-leggedly.
Yogis or showoffs? 

Tall black crane on mast, 
imagine a crew of you
dancing to Thriller!

Brown seagull comes near.
Splat splat splat splat! Go his feet.
He says not a word.

My hands still smell like
freaking Thompson's water seal!
This beer is good though.