Samurai

This past weekend, Herself's Beloved purchased a Suzuki Samurai.  This transaction was, in short, quite discombobulating for Herself.  Nevertheless, it inspired some quite creative work.  I present to you, the story as described by Herself, in haiku format, complete with a preface couplet.

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Despite great efforts,

I manage to be wordy
Even with haiku.

Such logorrhea!
Pity the suffering souls
Who get my e-mails.

Now in the garage -

An '86 Suzuki.

Rather underwhelmed.

Very unhappy.

My thoughts on the Suzuki

Involve expletives.

(Who, me? I'd never

Curse like a salty sea dog.

Not within earshot....

I will note, though, that

"Un-f**ckin-believable"

Fits nicely in here.)

Recall what Luke said

Re: Millennium Falcon?

"What a piece of junk!"

Why is this so hard?

I’ve never picked my own car.

Could I be jealous?

I don’t fantasize

About vehicles to buy

Waste of time; no point.

Sudden decisions

And purchase of vehicles

Make me quite anxious.

Cannot comprehend

The reasons behind this change.

Not understanding.

And should I have known

This would be the fulfillment

Of a goal for him?

Unobservant wife.

Guilty of not inquiring

Regarding his dreams.

Anger, frustration.

All my hot buttons are pushed.

I cannot explain.

Bitter tears are shed.

Get a grip on yourself, Self!

Don't be pathetic!

Oh, dear. Must work on

My attitude adjustment.

CrankyPants, begone!

Not what I wanted,

(Didn't want Honda, either)

But - not about me.

It makes him happy.

He works hard, he deserves it.

I'll be supportive.

We’ll work together.

I’ll learn how to drive stick shift

And to change the oil.

I will come to terms

With having the Samurai.

I can conquer this.

Desert adventures

With Suzuki Samurai?

I'll learn to love it.