How-ku: Construct A Haiku

First you count to five
Then you count to seven, then
Count to five again

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Thanks For Checking On The Cat!

The doorknob doesn’t “turn.” Instead
You press against it with your head,
Look slowly to your right, and when
The bell goes up your nose, you’re in!

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How-ku: Give A Speech

• Open with a joke;
• Tell them what you’re going to say;
• Say it; then
• Recap.

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LOVE

This is not about my cat.
(She made me swear to tell you that.)
She isn’t reading what I write.
She hasn’t hogged my lap tonight.
My cat is not the topic of
This verse; instead, she says, it’s LOVE.
(And that’s the way she spells it, too:
All-cats is what she calls it. True.)
The point is, she’s not even here.
I hope I’ve made it very clear
That this is not about my cat.
Okay? I’m glad we had this chat.

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Risseldy Rosseldy

The chickens won’t eat
And the seagulls are biting
The crows on the playground
In murders alighting
The lovebirds alone
Still live up to their name
It’s behavior like that
Brought Bodega Bay fame

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Mother Nature’s Son

Nature likes my living room
‘Cause Nature doesn’t mind a broom
And flat-out loves my hardwood floors;
It’s just the vacuum she abhors.

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Laughing Near Me

I am my own best friend, which is to say
I rarely cut myself a bit of slack
If I suspect I’m dogging it one day;
I’m always there to get me back on track.
No, that’s not strictly true. I’ll sometimes bail
When I’m at pains to make pristinely clear
That I’m past caring whether pass or fail
(Or incomplete) is what I’m earning here.
On such occasions, though I’m oft annoyed,
I’ll step aside and watch my train collide
With what I’m trying hard not to avoid,
And then return to clean up by my side.
I am my own best friend because I’ve learned
Sometimes it’s best to let a friend get burned.

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