Dear Friends, we have just received this poem from a life-long Fullerton resident who goes by the web-handle of “Bushido Poet.” Apparently BP is a ninth-level haiku master. So when he haikus, we listen:
Rain patters my roof
Cold winds rattle the window
A braying donkey



#1 by Amateur on February 2, 2010
Roaming the lowlands
They vanish when the moon breaks
No carpetbaggers.
#2 by Ghazi Elias on February 2, 2010
God is good
I love beer
God is great
The end
#3 by Ling Cod on February 2, 2010
I smell a haiku contest.
#4 by Anonymous on February 2, 2010
He speaks in riddles
Money is swept away
Hee Haw
#5 by Hollis Dugan on February 2, 2010
The masses are flogged
Morale lifts up
A pot of gold beckons
#6 by Luke Skywalker on February 3, 2010
Aruni! Or as they say in Mando, Arutii!