I shall write a haiku.
Five syllables.
Seven syllables.
Five syllables.
That's how it works.
Probably.
I should count.
One.
Two.
Several.
Close enough.
This poem has already
gone off the rails.
Which is unfortunate
because I don't think
there were rails
to begin with.
Now I'm wondering
who decided
haikus needed rules.
Was there a meeting?
Did somebody stand up
and declare that all future haikus
would be five, seven, five?
Did everyone agree?
Were there forms to sign?
It seems like
the sort of thing
that should have paperwork.
Tiny penguin sneezes.
Or perhaps a cucumber.
The mailbox agrees.
Written for Bad Poetry Day
