HAIKU

Serious haiku

Is deep and meaningful thought.

But not in my verse

It’s five syllables

Then just seven in this line,        

That never make sense.

For instance, today

It is raining. Tomorrow,

It is Wednesday.

Brunch can be a lunch

When it is salad and egg,

not fried spaghetti.

My car will not start

For it is old and broken;

A little like me.

Can we make love now?

No you cannot she replied,

We have only just met

How about some sex?

Yes please yes, she said eagerly,

Next Friday two weeks.

Heavens open up

I get very wet and cold,

And catch pneumonia.

Ants have small mouths

So do not eat much at all,

And do not grow big.

Five eggs in a pan

Tossed and fried up together

Are such a big mess.

I love to kiss,

And always try for more

Than she ever does.

The love of my life

Is long gone; she found another

And went off with him.

I cannot help laugh

When I write serious verse

That I call haiku.

The soul of my house

Are those who live within it.

It also needs painting.