I hate haikus. So I wrote some. Here’s one that’s not. You can see the ones that are over at the KGB Poetry Press. I hear people hate it when haikus rhyme. Also when they’ve got the wrong amount of syllables. I think I did a pretty good job.
My mouth is full of spaghetti. Even though it’s not. Isn’t that profound?
Round. Pound. Mound. Hound. Sound. Clowned.
Some people are scared of clowns. Now that’s profound.
Thank you that is all.
Listening to: Nothing today. Not right now anyway.