This poem is such fluff that it doesn’t even get asterisks.
the man in the Charlemagne suit
waves me over
leans down when I draw
near and whispers
Have you by any
chance a can opener handy?
Along with my apologies I offer the following explanation for today’s poem: I misread the title of Steve Berry’s The Charlemagne Pursuit in passing and couldn’t get the mistaken phrase out of my head until I wrote this. I suppose that makes it more of an exorcism, really.
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This is not haiku
There’s haiku and there’s lowku,
there’s yesku and there’s noku.
There’s inku and there’s outku,
there’s whisperku and shoutku.
There’s upku and there’s downku,
there’s squareku and there’s roundku,
helloku and farewellku,
heavenku and hellku.
There’s leftku and there’s rightku,
there’s darkku and there’s lightku.
But just between us twoku,
this poem’s just plain cuckoo!
Following the advice I gave someone else today, I wrote some bad poetry.
For My Friend (You Know Who You Are)
This poem on the letter A
was written just for you today
with couplets rhymed
and metered lines
(plus this odd bit that just sticks out)
Bullwinkle reads it in my mind
with nasal voice and slanted rhyme
a little lame
but all the same
the thought’s the thing that really counts.
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