“It’s so quiet here,
because we are all at home,
and our lives have changed.”
Those Vegans in space
they are so gravity free,
no animals there
to suffer cruelty.
Vegans in space
just floating around
considering their options
for reaching the ground.
“Maud! Maud! Come into the garden!”
“You’re not going to sing at me, are you?”
“Might do.”
This is not a Haiku,
even though it does have
the word Haiku in its title,
and also in lines 1, 3,
8, and 9;
but, surely, you can see,
by its structure
that it is not a Haiku.
A Haiku is short –
much shorter than this poem –
and has fewer lines.
When a Haiku cries
the world is a sadder place…
as all poets know.
As if a Haiku…
with all its twists and its turns,
could not satisfy.
Take just one Haiku
into the shower with me?
You’re having a laugh!
With just a first line
and a second, but no third.
Floating down the Ganges
counting my phalanges,
because if I ever need to
count to more than twenty
it’s what I have to do
because of my ‘phalanges’
I surely do have plenty.
Just five minutes left
until the end of the world –
time for a Haiku?
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