Seventeen And Change

I feel I’ve failed the side a tad.
A few haiku are not too bad
But syllables for four days straight
Should total more than sixty-eight.
I’d blame exhaustion, poor Wi-Fi,
And too much travel, only I
Can better yet explain the streak
Of quick, three-line blank verse this week:
A Saturday discussion re
What might my special talent be
If I were challenged to perform
A special skill beyond the norm
With next to no real time to plan–
Have I talent that I can
Deploy at will? In fact, I do:
Composing impromptu haiku!
That night, past midnight, I awoke,
My mind awhirl; I thought I’d choke
For all the haiku overflowing
From my somnolent, unknowing
Brain to coat my tongue and throat
Whilst I, asleep, could cast no vote
Nor register displeasure at
The cursed verses. That was that:
They’d come for sleeping me, and you
Were doomed to read four straight haiku,
Excess of which can make one sick.
But now you know my party trick!