|I wish I was a Haiku, so simple,
Not unwieldy and cumbersome like me,
If I were Haiku, I'd be done by now
I am looking to lose ten Syllables
Because I think my verse looks big in this
I see those Haikus lying in the sands
And say these fourteen lines are just my glands!
It's not my fault I am written this way
Some day soon I will make those poets pay
Sometimes when no one is looking I will
try and squeeze myself into just three lines
and seventeen syllables. It don't work.
It seems I'm doomed to be a sonnet
And all the other poems laugh at me
Last edited on Mon Jun 22nd, 2009 09:22 pm by lostsocks