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.
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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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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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…
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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