Boat Show Haiku

My original plan for today was to go to the Rose City Roller Derby tryouts, but that didn't work out. See, you can't rent equipment for the tryout clinic and I'm not spending $100 on mouthguards and helmets and fishnet stockings unless I'm guaranteed more than a one-day skating audition.

Instead, I went to the Portland Boat Show. Boats. Boats. Boats. Love 'em. If yachtworld.com is boat porn, then the Portland Boat Show is a naughty sailor's night out. Except, in this case, I got there at 11 a.m. as the full-week sailing/motoryacht tradeshow opened its pearly gates for the first time.

I long for the particular lack of stink on a new boat. The ocean has enough smells. New boats don't need to compete for nostril attention. Their hi-gloss warm teak and 50-foot hulls are sensory-overload enough for this boatgirl.

Also. Also. Last night, I discovered the blog, Haiku: One Deep Breath. Because I poo-pooed poetry as tree-hugging hippie prose in my last post, I've been feeling narrow-minded. Thanks to the gals at "ODB," I'm ready to give haiku a chance. So. Voila.

Boat Show Haiku
Winter blues. Boat shows.
Sate your mate's wanderlust at
the expo center. 

Here's Rico's own nautical haiku:

SeaDog's Life Aboard
"I'm a wee yacht dog."
"PFDs make me look fat."
"Look!" "Seal!" "Woof!"  Splash! Float.

This is not the first time I've been wrong. I like poetry.

Comments

[Herb]

I find it hard to believe Roller Derby rental equipment is not readily available in this day and age. The 1975 James Caan classic Rollerball should be required viewing in all public schools. It warned of such an ominous day when society's misplaced priorities would come back to haunt us.

How long before bowling shoe rentals soon become a thing of the past? The Bush doctrine of an ownership society is killing the recreational rental industry!

Does boat porn involve wall to wall interior wood paneling? I'm picturing the cast from Riptide and plenty of chest hair. Maybe it's just me.

Nice Ku's. You and Rico are naturals. Hippies!

[Lisa Sloane]

Shawna and Rico
There's poetry in your souls
Come to the dark side