This is a haiku.
Seven syllables this line.
First and last have five.
This haiku is bad.
Do not write one that’s like this.
That would be a mistake.
This is a haiku.
Seven syllables this line.
First and last have five.
This haiku is bad.
Do not write one that’s like this.
That would be a mistake.
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Today’s my birthday.
I don’t feel like writing much.
Thus, this haiku post.
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Did stand-up tonight
Thus this rushed little haiku.
My apologies.
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Why are things funny?
That’s a very good question,
And worth googling.
I decided to
Search for “Funny Picture.” Well,
Here’s the first result:
So, by Google’s thoughts
Coffee tables are funny.
Never would have guessed!
What makes human beings
Different from those other beasts?
Some think it’s thinking.
This theory assumes
Other creatures cannot think.
While that might be true…
Humans also lack
This innate ability
That lets their brains think.
Here are examples:
People at four-way stop signs,
Rap, taxes, Denny’s.
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Dear Rebecca Black,
This note is addressed to you.
Thus the line above.
I would like to say
Your song Friday changed my life.
Let me count the ways:
I never slowed down
To sing about my routine
‘Fore I go to school.
I had never thought
About which seat I should take.
Front or back? Which one?
I also did learn
That people like partying
On the weekends, yeah!
Let us not forget
That Thursday’s what comes before
Friday. What a fact!
Thus this letter ends.
With my profound gratitude,
Signed David Kappele
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Occasionally
Days go by without bad stuff.
Thus my writer’s block.
Yes indeed, my mind
Is quite blank. Thus, bad poems.
Even these haikus.
I will stop writing
Down these haikus (for today).
Thank you for your time.
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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”
Today’s Father’s day.
I am spending time with Dad.
Thus the short posting.
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I’ve got writer’s block.
I can’t write worth crap tonight.
Thus this bad haiku.
Believe it or not,
That haiku took half an hour.
I’m just that plugged up.
Thus this post is done.
Hopefully I’ll be inspired.
Guess we’ll see, won’t we?
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