© 2012 Michael Fiveson
when Bob closed his store
people still returned items
threw them through windows
just to stay alive
Bob ran to the rear exit
when the mob broke in
Bob is unemployed
his once proud store in tatters
now he just mumbles
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An entire story in just nine lines. Perfect! Love it!
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Thanks!
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They say a picture is worth a thousand words. In this case, a picture + 41 words is worth a ten thousand words. Great job!
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What a nice thing for you to say. Thanks so much.
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Interesting to see how does the Haiku work in English .. . am from Japan – the country of the Haiku! (and hope that Bob is fine though) Thanks for visiting & liking my post.
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Thank you my beautiful friend.
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Aw, poor Bob! Great haikus though. 🙂
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Perhaps if he had opened a tea room…..
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Exactly! 🙂
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Such a sad haiku, poor store, poor Bob and poor door…
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These are hard times. Poor Bob became a statistic, and the angry flesh eating mob is heading north west, towards Seattle. If you have friends there, warn them.
🙂
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Taking the sign literally and grammatically is this not a market for purchasing a “Bob” or several “Bobs”?
(it’s been one of those days Mike!)
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Yes, poor Bob made his first mistake when he forgot the apostrophe and customers seeking info on what the hell a bob might be became irate and eventually destroyed his place. If only he advertised ‘no bobs available’, he might have survived.
🙂
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poor bob.
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poor mumbling bob has no job
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so he sits at home like a blob.
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eating a kabob
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wiping his hands on his shirt like a slob
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poor bob had nothing left to rob
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Yes!
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I once knew a Bob. He was a penguin blow-up [doll?]. People ignored him so he deflated. Bad things happen to bobs.
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So, he was ignored and felt deflated? The only good thing a Bob can do is look for apples in water.
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Bob stopped mumbling when,
hit by an apple, he knew
his calling. Bobbing.
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He was, in fact, the apple of his mother’s eye.
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This is really good Mike! I look forward to Wednesday’s now! 🙂
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Thanks! You are a really nice guy, Michael.
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I think Bob finally put the apostrophe in, and franchised. When I googled, there are quite a few Bob’s Markets and Bob appears to have expanded into liquor, garden supplies…
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lol, Good! I think too he did so well as to become a major charitable contributor resulting in many, many families naming their child Bob.
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What a fellow, that Bob! like the story 🙂
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Thank you.
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A wonderful depiction of realistic hard times~
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Thank you-
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All this Bob-ing has my head throbbing!
But I like the haiku. 🙂
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bob, bob, bob….bob bob bra anne.
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