08 April 2002 - 10:34 a.m. Haiku for a 31-year-old white guy who works in a cubicle. My butt's too little, my belly's too big, and my pants keep falling down. We had our first poetry party on Saturday, and it was a huge success. We had tons of people, and lots of laughter. All the food went, except the white chocolate, macadamia cookies. Hah--mine! We had everyone write a haiku , a 17 syllable poem, on a little piece of paper, and place them inside a teapot. Toward the end of the night, we had volunteers draw and read the haikus. The author of the last haiku won a prize, a copy af an anthology of Haiku poetry. Our friend Tony, who hosts the Poets Asylum in Worcester, MA was the winner with a haiku about Arnold Schwartzenegger. After the book was given away, Tony read a few of the haiku in the book. Then, some people recited some of their own haiku. Then, we had a drum circle using Melissa's drums and instruments. I showed everyone the bookcase and the set of shelves that I built Ooh, ooh! Look what I made! I'm not a grown-up. I think we're going to have a Mad Hatter tea party next month. (0) Comments?