This is a Haiku
A poetry form best left
In the cranium.

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Haiku poetry
Such a paucity of words
Five, seven, and five.

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A dingleberry
A small thing that clings to a
Place very hairy.

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Haiku poetry
Doesn’t always make much sense
To a sane person.

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A little Haiku
Is so short on words that it’s
Inconsequential.

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Sweet blossoms in spring
Bring very much happiness
Life renewed again.

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The grass is so green
Soon it will turn very brown
This will make me blue.

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Christmas At The Big-K

At Christmas she went to K Mart
Which wasn’t very smart.
She got in the way
Of a mob that day
And was floored by a shopping cart.

Shopping sucks at Christmas time
Even at the five and dime.
Try shopping on line
And you will be fine
And you won’t be the victim of a crime
Or what’s more you won’t miss your Miller time.

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Gone Fishin

When good ole spring comes rollin’ round
And the trout are in the brook,
A longing comes over me with a bound
To cast my feathered hook.

Then I get all my tackle out
My rods and reels and roundabouts
To go fishing for those trout
That I’ve read so much about.

There’s monsters here the circulars say
But every cursed day
That I go fishing out that way
Those monsters all go in to stay.

I never saw the sun once
During all my stay
But I’ll go home and tell everyone
‘Bout the big ones that got away.

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New Mattress

I was having trouble sleeping the other day.
Couldn't go to sleep when I hit the hay.
So I went to the store and bought a brand new sack
Hoping to relieve the pain in my back.

I was ready for bed but there on the table
Lay a note in red on the big warning label.
‘This mattress is so wonderful you may be forsaken
Once you try it out you may never awaken.'

Wow! , That warning put my brain in a stew
So I stayed awake for hours wondering just what to do.
I figured I shouldn't believe everything that I've read
So I retired that night in my brand new bed.
I ignored that warning and I woke up dead!

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