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By Martin Goldstein, March 10, 2010 2:04 pm

Mud Mud Mud (Shake Your Belly)

Stir your ego in the warm wet mud
Shake your belly
Drop your jewelry in the mud
Shake your belly

Not in the traditional way mud mud mud
All over your belly
Not in the way your aunts and uncles expect mud mud
Hide your belly

Make a cake with your verbal mud mud mud
Move your belly
Bake something with your mind mud mud
Pat your belly

Why do I speak of this?
I am not very proud
The mud was in the brain
My voice a little loud

She hung up the phone
She muddy muddy muddy
She flavoured the bone
She muddy muddy muddy

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By Martin Goldstein, September 18, 2009 4:03 pm

I woke up from a dream and there were haiku trailings in part of my brain. I thought it was good at the time but later realized it wasn’t so good.

It was in the previous post but I have deleted it now. I have kept the old post with its title out of respect.

Now a new haiku has appeared and I share it on the Design Argument.

It is as follows:

Old haiku expunged
No more will I laugh at it
These bones are fragile