A Haiku is a funny thing;
with its syllable count
and its three lines
of poetry
sticking to a strict format.
it is short and sweet;
and one that has no long words;
not a one at all.
Monosyllabic;
Why so many syllables?
Anybody know?
It’s Friday Morning;
it’s no good mourning Thursday,
just get over it.
What can a Haiku do
when it’s a syllable too long
on all three of its lines?
A wall went AWOL,
it couldn’t be found at all –
Trumpty just stood there.
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Tagged #HumptyDumpty, #NotPolitica, #Trump, #TrumptyNumpty, #Wall, Haiku, Poem
To write a Sestina is no easy task
its structure’s not easy to use;
however, I’ll try one, and see how it goes,
it will be an experiment for me;
but, a lack of internal stanza rhymes
has already messed with my head.
I may do a Haiku instead.
Sestina, my word!
oh, so difficult you are,
that I do concede.
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