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Foggy Nelson: A Haiku Love Letter

Jessica Plummer

Contributing Editor

Jessica Plummer has lived her whole life in New York City, but she prefers to think of it as Metropolis. Her day job is in books, her side hustle is in books, and she writes books on the side (including a short story in Sword Stone Table from Vintage). She loves running, knitting, and thinking about superheroes, and knows an unnecessary amount of things about Donald Duck. Follow her on Twitter at @jess_plummer.

Well, Season 2 of Daredevil arrived last Friday, and I promptly crammed it into my eyes as fast as I could. It was a wild ride, but as usual, my shining light through it all was my boo Foggy Nelson. To show my appreciation, I have written a haiku for every episode about the man, the myth, the Foggy Bear.

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(Spoilers below, natch!)

201: Bang

Franklin P. Nelson:
Pink shirt at a biker bar
A fashion badass

202: Dogs to a Gunfight

“You can have pants back
when you’re not bleeding, Matthew
Foggy: tough but fair

203: New York’s Finest

“Don’t go running out
into a hail of bullets,
Karen – that’s my job”

204: Penny and Dime

“In my defense, I
wore a tasteful wacky tie
to this funeral”

205: Kinbaku

Just one shot of Fog
in a cheap flashback wig? I
want my money back

206: Regrets Only

Foggy did theater
in summer camp – delightful!
Let’s see those jazz hands

207: Semper Fidelis

Opening statement?
Aw yeah, nailed it, your honor
P.S. Screw you, Matt

208: Guilty as Sin

Objection, Francis!
Foggy’s saving your dumb life
Shut up your dumb mouth

209: Seven Minutes in Heaven

Nelson and Murdock
is shutting its doors. I’M NOT
CRYING YOU’RE CRYING.

210: The Man in the Box

Franklin P. Nelson:
Seems the P stands for Percy
I can’t stop laughing

211: .380

Poor injured Foggy
You deserve that teddy bear
And also that hooch

212: The Dark at the End of the Tunnel

Franklin P. Nelson:
Really good at his job and
the heart of this show

213: A Cold Day in Hell’s Kitchen

Goodbye, sweet Foggy
See you in Jessica Jones
…or else, Mr. Loeb