Who would have ever guessed that it was all for the
sake of the haiku? I’d write one every
day for friends, relatives, or for strangers like you!
One day I glanced up from my tea and noticed that
they’d taken, in rhyme, to fornicating.
“God! And this is what they’ve been doing with their time?”
A promiscuous bunch. You could never get them
to stay together. One desired to be
with another, and sometimes you had to let her.
They’d have their way with each other, and afterwards
one of them would sing. When the copula
copulates, what’s it supposed to wear on its thing?
But that’s for them to decide. I just let them do
whatever they please. I’ll be their servant
so long as they refrain from gooing up my teas.
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