Haiku and Rhyming Rant on the Earth’s Most Perfect Job (With an unwritten salute to unnecessarily long titles, and other worldly pleasures)

I heard from a friend a short while ago

That a Haiku’s purpose is to tell a story

Using as few words as possible, and so

Here are some Haikus, in their polysyllabic glory.

 

“Many desperately

Ask the world for love and cash.

Many are ignored.”

 

Now, it seems I must confess

That Haiku was really depressing.

Perhaps optimism would redress

The view of life I was stressing?

 

“Many people ask

The world to give happiness.

Sometimes earth complies.”

 

Still not there yet, so I think

It’s time to make it fun.

I will now rewrite a chink

and replace it with a pun.

 

“Lots of folks get screwed

By the world for doing stuff.

Drillers, thus, are happy.”

 

And thus we stumble on the truth:

That two lines from now I’ll rhyme with lurker.

So by haiku we see, and we call “foresooth!”

To be happy, be a construction worker.

 

Construction:

Where screwing something means you did your job right.

Politician:

See “Construction”