There once was a poet named Moreno.
Who wrote some great poems all supremo.
He was king of Haiku.
He helped everyone too!
Raul for the contests our thanks we show!!!!
There once was a bunch of nice poets
Who always wrote glowing comments
They remedied my rhythms
They helped with my haiku
They are poetry soups, super hero's
inspired by jans rainbow poem
Haikus with beer go well, I was told
So I sat down and I ate eighty-four
And when I got through
I’m here to tell you,
There sure was a mess on the floor
Written by John Posey
Twice daily,even once will do
if you want I can do thrice too,
so in this New Year
promise to adhere
to my wish to write more haiku!
Was it big John or was it ol Jack
Who started me on this laugh attack
A limy or two
Now some haiku
Think I'll join in by throwing some smack
Statistical Sunday that starts fights
Along with bringing many delights
One simple cowhide ball
So called centralized thrall
Bringing outward competitive rights
Sponsor Royal Trevino
Contest Name SUPER BOWL SUNDAY! **LIMERICK** or **HAIKU**
I failed to remember the date
my attempt to amend came late
"Here's a poem for you"
I freestyle a haiku
My words only secured my fate
Barbara writes poetry, or so she thinks
Unfortunately her stuff really stinks
Her haiku is bad
And her rhyme is sad
Just one more post and the ”soup" will need drinks
There once was a poet named Sue
Who wanted to write a haiku.
But her Nature was such
She didn't know much,
And was lost as to just what to do.
There is too much Haiku in my head.
Too much Five-Seven-Five being read.
For a real good time,
We all like a rhyme,
So I wrote this limerick instead.
I've hoisted too many Haikus
backed by several Senryus
My Questionku it would seem
where to point Monoku stream
and where to dump Dodoitsus
There once was a poetry contest
which was an heroic concept
The great Roger McGough
just took a quick look
and entered a haiku contest instead
One happy-go-lucky senryu
Was caught impersonating a haiku
They levied no fines
But deleted two lines
Now she's a stick-in-the-mud monoku
It’s time for hilarious verse, she said
My red pen I put to paper that led
Me to compose a haiku
Send it to poetry soup
Next day an N/A robbed me of my red
So what should I say
Words went away anyway
For Another day.
How is that for Horn haiku,
Along with his point of view.
I have decided the limericks must end
But each time I firm my resolve and begin
I'll try one new
Like a Haiku
But all of a sudden it happens again!
Horn Haiku Will Have To Do
When I wrote a few
Haiku much better than you;
They had to do.