Haiku rocks my box
I don’t have to eat food now
Words will fill me up
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Protein is my friend
I can eat less and feel full
“Cream cheese brownie, please.”
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Why put leeks in soup?
One would think leeks would be bad
Haiku puns are ill
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Garlic bread means gas
You’ll start farting in the lift*
Have the soup instead
*”Elevator” is way too long, okay? I mean, you can have seven syllables, max, in a haiku, and elevator has four. Thank god for the English, giving us English expressions when speaking American just won’t do.
I was a little intimidated by the sheer brilliance of the Siddity lunchtime haikus, (leeks–hee hee!) but now my boredom overcomes my trepidation, so here is the account of my lunchtime adventure:
cold snow pelts my face
I’m glad: now I can show off
my Laplander hat!
(Natalie)
noonster-rapper, cool!
Your haiku was the best one yet,
you used “laplander!”
Oh I love this!