Hacking Haikus
Poems
I'll be honest, I do like messing with proper poetic form. In some
cases, I'll mangle it completely. And in others, I'll twist it in some
small way. Haikus are a 17 syllable form that have more rules than I
care to describe. So, I said sod the rules and have fun. Here's what
happened...
These legs are hairy.
They graze my fine material
I'm the posh
trousers.
I walked in the woods
I got lost in all the trees
I'm still in the woods.
The ink shall dry up,
I'll be capped forever more,
Just a dead biro.
I have chilled insides,
Some say because I'm a fridge,
But I am a ghost
Boo.
The tarmac glows warm
I protect its fresh layers,
Where's the other cones?
More paper to stick,
More bloody staples killed off,
Use more paper clips.
Cotton and alone,
Yes, a sock, but I'm single,
Where art thou other sock?
Ah, toaster of bread,
You silver baker of crusts,
You make me nervous.