Weekly haiku contest.

Okay, haikus about cocktails or psychiatrists.  (Extra points for a two-in-one.)  Go!

(Winner gets a copy of T. S. Eliot's The Cocktail Party.  I just discovered that I own two copies, even though I still haven't read it.  Yes, I know.  I'm a bad, bad person.)

Comments

[Emily]

Late to see the shrink...
Made Margaritas instead.
(They were real tasty)

she took my money.
my life is still in shambles,
my wife was my shrink.

[Jessica]

"Tell me all your woes",
My shrink says as he freshens
my gin and tonic.

[Pacze Moj]

Next, she freudian slips,
into my drink -- "must hide thoughts,
from Doctor Jim Beam."

[Sarah]

Another Cosmo
Four bucks is so much cheaper
Than the doctor's couch

[lauren]

These are too good! I can't play along!!!

[tracy]

damn - I'm not worthy - but I thought I'd try this one, because it's RIGHT UP MY ALLEY.

vermouth, clear and dry
sits on the edge of the tongue
like a confession

[FargoLopply]

if Bob Newhart had,
some more sreaming orgasms,
he'd be funnier.

Therapy

"I have this dream
about drinking martinis.
The bartender asks

me how I like it.
'Strong and dry, with three olives.'
he pours and I drink."

Patient dreamt about
mother, desire to consume,
castrating olives.

[lauren]

Self medication
through alcoholic drinkies
is cheaper than the doc.

See? Sucks. I'm so outclassed I might cry.

[jmfausti]

I pity you trying to choose this week. These are all so good!