In seventeen short words,

I can say that my monosyllabic haiku

is not a thing that exists.

This is not a Haiku.

Why?

Because I don’t write those;

they are far too fiddly,

what with their syllable count

and line length;

I’ll stick to Free Verse,

where I can just roam

like a butterfly in Spring

visiting flowers.

Today.

Today is just a Friday,

even though I thought it was a Saturday;

how could I get it ‘so’ wrong?

Three lines, not five;

and the correct number of those syllable things,

that should do it.