Smiley Anders for Sept. 8, 2008

• By SMILEY ANDERS
• Advocate staff writer
• Published: Sep 8, 2008 - Page: 1B - UPDATED: 12:05 a.m.

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I’ve received several comments about my “hurricane haiku” poems in the Friday column.

But I’m going to continue them anyhow. …

Here’s one I thought of after we published the column:

Bobby’s lists are long;
They tell us how to survive.
Did you write them down?

And another one:

Music in the air;
Battery radios sing
As our chainsaws whine. 

One more:

You who broke in line,
Such a grim look on your face;
Must you be a jerk?

And just one more:

The mall is open;
A place to take bored children.
Parents weep with joy.
 
Loving love bugs
Joy Craddock, of Denham Springs, says not everyone considers love bugs a nuisance:

Her great-grandson Chip Defallah, 18 months old, enjoys looking at them through the window.

When one little bug (evidently separated from his mate) settled on the window sill for a time, Chip adopted him as his very own bug.

Says Joy, “Pap Paw and I cleaned the other windows, but we did not have the heart to clean Chip’s window.