Monday, September 10, 2007

How about haiku?

Lyrical offense:
One too many syllables;
Or one too few, too.


Gray, shadowy skies.
Can I reach home before them?
Late. Later. Too late.


Moss on the maples.
Fluttering leaves, quiet, calm.
Hushed 'til the wind breathes.


A good limerick
Crude, funny, rhyming surprise
Should not laugh, but will.

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