Richard's Poor Almanac by Richard Thompson for May 19, 2023
Transcript:
winter haikus in the empty space immortal beneath the soot parking lot snow pile. jello from a mold wet sand from an upturned pail laughable hat hair. 10 0 10 muffled scream if i hear that phrase "mass of arctic air" once more i think i will scream. kid 1: whine whine whine whine whine adults are like, so wimpy kid 2: snow days suit me fine.
Mayor Snorkum over 1 year ago
A recent repeat, but it’ll be just as great the next time around. And everything scans. Genius.
Sisyphos over 1 year ago
Look, the kids are right. Stop the ding-donged whining!
And try writing some summer haikus, okay?
gbars70 over 1 year ago
Looks like Dill started a new hat fashion craze, at least in Thompson’s world.