Allow me to share my opinion of the weather this morning in the form of a short haiku.
Stupid sleet storm pounding
Soaked my clothing to the bone
Hate you, Canada
I was only walking to the train station for 15 minutes, and my clothes are two shades of colour—darker on the front, lighter on the back. Canada? FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUU!!!
I’ve just been made aware that this morning’s haiku starts with a 6 syllable line.
As this just won’t do, I must now write an APOLOGY haiku.
First line, haiku sucked / Too many syllables there / Screw you, I was beat!
–case “Poet and he don’t know it” p.