Matt Smith, the general manager of Club Passim, is kind of my ex-spouse. And by that I mean this: technically, we were joined in a common-law marriage, given that we were roommates for about 3,000 years. It was a blast. And any of you who know Matt know exactly why.
Matt recently turned 50. (He's still trying to catch up to me.) His lovely partner (and apparently my replacement) Abby put together a book of haiku written by the many friends he has inspired and championed.
With apologies for the insider joke-ness of these, here are the haiku I submitted for consideration, inspired by the many misadventures we enjoyed while rooming together:
A full moon tonight
The mailbox is taped closed
One lonely soap dish
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The house is shaking
And it is not yet April
Dersham is at home
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I would like a pie
Sauce, cheese, no dough or crust, and
Don’t skimp on the salt!
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The simple truth is
Everybody loves bacon
enough said
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Ah-ah-oh-oh
Daddy sent them home happy
And they cut me off
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It’s so loud, it’s so
Loud, it’s - so you throw a bot-
tle at my window?!
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Clang of spoon on pot
The mail is torn and scattered
Borax on the trash
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Dave, you best bring that
to a rolling boil in
the babe-worthy nook
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Spin for a draft pint
The counter appetizers
Shall we go ‘bone-ing?
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Good lord, he’s up there
Cranking on the data base
and here, not here
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Chicken of the Woods
Walnuts instead of pine nuts
Pesto — it’s just paste
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