PoeticalPomP
There is rules for some forms of poetry like the number of syllables in a word or the number of lines in a style of poem and yet when a person becomes a poet writer he can bend and yes break them all he tosses them on salads of green lettuce pray. Pomp is soon divided into subgroups today. Haiku snafu. This is when a non Japenese writer makes a stab at the quick kill missing the the art of the seven five five. In the Scholastically approved version.
The drummer is drumming.
The drum is a drum.
The drummer is dunning.
This is 6 5 6. Not a true Haiku and the poet neglected the color of the drum. Lettuce try again.
The drummer is drumming blue.
The drum is a blue.
The drummer is drumming noncollectively.
This is now 7 5 11 not an acceptable table. The last word could rhyme with but does not have to the poet used too many syllables and did not rhyme his collectifier. Try again.
The Cowboy rode into Dodge.
The Horse was Friday.
This joke is older than dirt.
Lettuce overs.
The Horse Friday limps left. (Seven)
Leaving on Friday (Five)
The brown roan carries Cowboy. (Seven)
Notice that this attempt at humour is becoming better but has no purpose for the instruction of the Haiku the poet just has nothing better to do on this Friday eye bounce in the saddle and want. Here is the polish version.
Friday carries Cowboy home
Friday the brown roan
Cowboy miss stirrup pommel.
