Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Bad Haiku Wednesday

Do you know haiku? It is poetry that I learned in grade school. While scholars and haiku purists would disagree with what I am calling haiku, I am doing it as I was taught. Namely writing a short poem that consists of three lines that follow this pattern: 5 syllables in the first line, 7 in the second, and five in the third. Usually, haiku has to do with nature. And for a simple type of poem, they are sort of difficult to do well. But, because I am neither a scholar nor a haiku purist (rather, a haiku butcher) here at Que Sara Sara, I make haiku about whatever I want and it doesn't even have to be good! And trust me, it's bad, folks. Real bad. But that's where the fun is.

She naps on the rug.
Softly she rises and leaves.
Her fart stays behind.

The noodles are small.
Neon orange, powdery cheese.
Blue box is tasty!
(I might have taken liberties there. Depends on if you say "orange" with one or two syllables. You know "ornj" or "orunj.")

I squish when I walk.
Weather pattern is stagnant.
Liquid sunshine? Hmph.

Felt bad saying "no."
But had other plans today.
Guilt is for suckers.

The news guy is bad.
His metaphors make me cry.
Someone please fire him.

How long could they go
without cleaning their bathroom?
I don't want to know.

This is addictive.
Haiku is really not hard.
Just hard to do well.

Okay now your turn.
Write some haiku here with me.
Post in the comments.

See what I did there?
I wrote a haiku that begs.
Please don't disappoint. Me.

Oops. Too many syllables. Whatever. Come on, get your bad haiku on. Leave me some in the comments. It will make my day. And seriously, it might make yours too. Writing bad haiku is therapeutic. Or something. Just do it. It'll be fun!

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