Because time is short,
and I have some things to do,
a real quick Haiku.
(I know, it’s a fix,
to write a poem so trite;
but, it’s what I do).
Because time is short,
and I have some things to do,
a real quick Haiku.
(I know, it’s a fix,
to write a poem so trite;
but, it’s what I do).
Once upon a time…
some seventeen syllables
had an adventure…
They set out one day
to see if they could find them
a land, to unwind.
Once up on a time
some se ven teen syll a bles
had an ad vent ure
They travelled quite far;
until, one fine morn, they found…
Land of Confusion
a bles some vent had
ven an ure a se syll up
ad teen on time Once.
They travelled on.
Up and down they went,
until they reached a place called…
Land of Alphabets
a a ad an bles
had on Once se some syll teen
up ure time ven vent
They left that place, too.
Until, finally,
they crossed a deep valley to…
Land of Completion.
Once upon a time…
some seventeen syllables
had an adventure…
They had all got back
where it was good to be – home,
and happy again.
Once upon a time…
some seventeen syllables
had an adventure…
‘Twas gone Christmas Day,
and there were, all through the house,
left-over tidings.
You will know the sound
by the wailing and sobbing
of its syllables.
I have a feeling
that more than a Haiku will
be too much for some.
It could be any
of the many days there are;
but, it’s Wetfriddy.
This is not a Haiku;
it has too many syllables,
and doesn’t rhyme at all;
then there is the matter of the long fourth line,
and the short fifth.
This is not a Haiku;
and anybody who says it is…
… see above.
“Where is your towel?”
the three-eyed monster asked me.
“Here it is!”
He ran.
Now, don’t you worry,
‘bout a thing; ‘cause ev’ryting,
gonna be alright.