Thank you to everyone who submitted a toddler haiku for the annual Mother Words Haiku Contest. You can read all the entries here and here. This year, my dear friend Jess agreed to judge the contest, so I’m turning it over to Jess, who says:
I’m a little troubled by the prevalence of excretion in the haiku, and even more so by how funny I find them – not sure if that’s a testament to the general poopiness of kiddos or an indication that my sense of humor hasn’t matured much since 5th grade. Anyways, the poems were FAB! Here are my top seven:
Toddler on my lap
Can’t let me out of her sight.
Tinkle, tinkle, plop.
by Amber S.
Don’t drink that water
Your poopy butt sits in it
A shriek of delight
You pooped in pantry
Spread and raked it with your hoe
Looky! Garden grow!
thought I had a girl
but look–on top of table
it’s a mountain goat
book was his first word
but the treatment he gives them,
no book could survive
both by Stace-c
and last but certainly not least,
Oh sleep, where are you?
“I get out! Running around!”
Escapes from crib. Damn.
Little voice, so sweet
“Don’t fucks with me” says my son
All laughs and giggles
both by the illustrious Ms. R. Hopper.
So…though I was tempted by mountain goat, book abuse, tinkle tinkle little plop, and had to pass on bathwater shrieks because I know the poopy butt that sits in it, and since I’m pretty sure there is a 2nd annual haiku contest prohibition on allowing a Hopper sister to win (nepotism, yes, but also because it would be patently unfair – they’re all so damned witty), THE WINNER IS…
Marilyn! I’m sorry about your pantry, but PLEASE say that you took a photo, because that is fantastic. I mean, it’s practically the same thing as fertilizer, right?
Thanks, guys. As a grad school sufferer, I sorely needed the comic relief. Bravo!
Thanks, Jess! Congratulations, Marilyn! I look forward to more wonderful and witty haiku next year.