To say I write haikus is a bit of an overstatement, but this is what came up when I searched for haiku. I did write my first haiku this morning, for a free donut.  ...
Here I Am Anyway
how long can I sit here and write,
most of it not very bright?
I'm driven to this
like a lover's sweet kiss,
that still gets me all through the night.
these lines come to me automatic,
without hum and also no static;
my kitty dictates,
tells stories, relates,
and so you might say they're psychatic.
I sit here...
I knew two guys I called 'the Ricks';
in point of fact they were both Dicks;
they told me, "by golly,
you waste your time, Paulie,
composing these fool limericks!"
there once was a man who wrote limericks,
who didn't employ lots of fancy tricks;
he liked well the brevity,
sometimes the levity,
but mostly he just played for the kicks.
there are those who have called my lazy,
and my mind's just a little bit hazy,
but I'm writing all night,
from evening 'til light;
these limericks are driving me crazy.
yes, I'm having fun writing limericks,
but this one is for the dumb crittericks
who must criticize
all that passes their eyes.
I like to call them limp prickericks.
the lyrics are often obscene
in limericks, know what I mean?
but Ep won't host them,
and so I don't post them,
unless they're incredibly clean.
okay, that isn't quite...
everything here is so lyrical,
but my limericks tend to empirical;
I give you a sound
then take you around.
the good ones most often are spherical.
some limericks might cause a stink,
and make the old dolls take a drink.
as often as not, though,
they play with a thought, so
they may not quite mean what you think.
My favourite Haiku I've heard is:
Please don’t leave your lube
Sitting next to the toothpaste
It is dark in here