There is a form of writing that I love
Although I often make a mockery
The style of which I speak fits like a glove
With my own certain brand of comedy
With pen and ink on paper do I jest
Thru medium of this poetic form
My slightly twisted mind won’t let me rest
‘Til words tumble out of me like a storm
Why tell you of this love in a sonnet
When short lim’ricks have worked for me before?
I maybe should instead use a nonnet
For forteen lines may be to long? A bore?
But Nay! I had to write this poem ’tis true
This is my song of love to the haiku.
the poèm above
would have embarrassed Shakespeare