Save me from the haikus
There are for my US reporters:
Olya
Olya, my Flower
Is the best thing in my world
Everyday is sunshine
Beth
Always the laughter
Is what catches me off guard
As if she gets me
Donna
She stands by her beer
And rides it up and then down
Shooting stars burn bright
Robin
Blue background like bird
Her emails are short and sweet
Oft times plain funny
Teresa
Voice like band camp girl
She digs into beverages
And then finds nuggets
Meredith
Salty desert voice
Likes her crackberry on the go
Makes me think of sun
Linda
Tongues stuck on cold poles
Canada is her domain
She sends warmth to us
Mark
Baby food is natural
And yet he does our spirits
He’s ambidextrous?
Mary
Never there in May
But everyone thinks she is
Has that there presence
Renee
Makes you think portholes
She loves her some grids and boats
Now it’s just portals
Graham
Name sounds like cracker
Though she’s more of an entrée
We could eat her up
Bill
He hides in Peru
If he told you why he would
Then have to kill you
Frank
Queens is his abode
There he rules his vast empire
Postit notes and phones
Bob
Las Vegas is money
He should know he makes us rich
Le’Chaim to Bob
Phil
Subtle his power
But WHAM BAM it comes on strong
A techno wonder