To a Zombie Angel ...
No-yo sour puss.
Whose breakfast choo-choo could use
To a Zombie Farmer ...
Y'all, momma was right.
You shouldn't play with zombies.
They'll rot your eye out.
What is "Haiku-ween"? Costume-free genius. Conceal the depths of your slacker ways with the power of haiku: seventeen syllables (5-7-5), limitless possibilities, expletives optional. Never has there been invented a craftier delivery system of literal retribution to those who dare nag, "Seriously. Why aren't you dressed up for Halloween?" Wield haiku to counter costume overachievers. Happy Haiku-ween. / Poetic, quick comebacks for / procrastinators. [All photos are courtesy of New York's Village Halloween Parade.]