Normally, I don’t. But My Mommy’s Place is rounding up the Haiku Buckaroos again, and I thought I’d play along. (If you feel like 5-7-5ing along with me, you have until Friday the 15th.) There are a few categories (Most Inspiring, Funniest, Most Disgusting, Scariest, and Most Erotic), and at first I didn’t think I’d have anything to contribute along those lines.
Last night, Gruff came home from the hospital a very.sick.man. Is there anything more disgusting that the sound of a grown man vomiting? I didn’t think so. Until the evening wore on. Oh, dear interwebs. There are moments that I really resent that “in sickness and in health” clause. Know what I’m saying? Let me share the haiku that was inspired by last night.
Changing dirty sheets
and a pile of soiled undies –
but they’re not the child’s.
If that’s not “Most Disgusting,” I don’t want to read what is. I’m off to go wash my hands for the eight hundreth time.