A big nickel,
Slag poured red hot
Not much city.
Slag poured red hot
Not much city.
I've lived in NYC for 10 years, but it's not my hometown. The riddle is about my hometown, and has nothing to do with Brooklyn.Oswego, NY
Lake effect snow storms.
Crazy with cabin fever.
Pray for early spring.
Um, your "riddle" isn't difficult because your "location" says Brooklyn.Mine's a riddle too, though, admittedly, not very difficult.
Wheedle in the sky,
Basking in the pouring rain.
May this be love? Nah.![]()
Ass full of pork fat
jiggles like a jello-mold
mouth is flapping too
What the hell town is this?
Isn't that from South Park?
^ Seattle?
(wheedle = needle; pouring rain = obvious)
San Jose?
I didn't even think of that.And a Jimi Hendrix song!
Here's one for a place close to my soul. I don't have a real "hometown"--didn't grow up in one place, but this one place really "spoke" to me for a haiku.
Shots flew April fourth
Set neighbor against neighbor
Hope--rain--blues in May
For a place that tries its damnedest to be unlovable sometimes...there's still something special there that just won't let go. Lots of complex feelings here.
Oh, Mississauga
Mayor Hazel will not leave
God bless the old girl.
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