The poetic minds at K&K bring you the final instalment of our first annual Father’s Day haiku series, with help from readers, colleagues and people who are clearly working through some stuff.
Dead deer on the road
You slow down to see if it’s
Fresh enough to eat.
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Your names for toilet:
The john, crapper or biffy
Terms of endearment.
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Fleetwood Mac Rumours
You ogle the cover and moan
Oh, Stevie Nicks, oh.
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Thanks for renting us
Porky’s for my 12th birthday
Not knowing a thing.
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Shopping at Woolco
You told a person in line
To piss up a rope.
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Trifecta of dudes:
Neil Diamond, Lionel Ritchie
Roger Whittaker.
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Sorry there’s not a gift
Still struggling with student loans
Wish you would have helped.
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Silver fox with cash
You’re like a father to me
Except dirty stuff.
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Favourite part of
flea market, Lougheed Drive-In,
lining up for fries
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Wish I was there
holding your hand
safe beside you.
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I’ve often ask myself,
Who still uses Irish Spring soap?
Apparently, you.
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O soap-on-a-rope
A gift for all occasions
Old Spice should make it.
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Happy Father’s Day
To a man I know won’t know
It is Father’s Day.
