I must keep a traditional beat… Step with carefully measured small feet. Are you counting along To my limerick song? If I change the structure, is that not also a punchline? Will it make you a little surprised? "Break with format"... so very unwise! This isn’t just a con. I’m not putting you on! Intentionally messing up the poem is called an “anti-limerick”. Look it up.

Wikipedia says it’s a type Of a limerick… not just some hype! Don’t believe me? That’s fine. There’s no reason to whine! It’s not my fault that you can’t look it up yourself.

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Attempting Haiku What profound words should I use? Alas – Senryu. Frustrating Haiku! Attempting abstract journey... Just more Senryu. Haiku ambitions - Listening for tree to fall... No sound - I’m not there. How about trying Words like "cerulean blue"... Would that make Haiku? Ambitious Haiku! Bit off more than I could chew! Just more Senryu. What more should I do? Oh this difficult Haiku! Senryu, let me free! Try one more Haiku - Maybe this time it might work... What says, Senryu? Roses red ...

Quit preaching to me about meter. It won’t make my poem much sweeter. You count out, “one two THREE” And my stress aint on “THREE”… If it’s effed up, I did it on purpose!

Kurt savored every second of this. He’s a tough marine. He had done this before. He knew what he had to do. Adrenaline was pumping. Just holding the thing in his hand filled him with steely-eyed anticipation. He longed to empty its contents. Semper Fi! WOO HAA! Ninety EIGHT bottles of beer on the wall…

“SHIT! This is not happening!” He screamed in frustration, wiping and smearing blood on his white shirt. One minute, he was driving, talking on his Bluetooth headset and changing the song on his radio with the other hand. He looked away for mere microseconds, and SCREECH! He jerked the wheel. He cut himself shaving again!

Tappedy tap tap. Your fingers strike my keys. I shoot rays of RGB into your eyes and you tap on me some more. Inside my guts, a bunch of ones and zeros do their work, like red and white blood cells in your body. Your other hand moves my mouse. Index finger click click. Middle finger click. Then you use my scroll wheel. WOW my windows move! That tickles! You know, this is getting to be a pretty once sided conversation. The only thing that I know about you is “eyes and fingers”, but you have ac...

I open my metaphorical eye to see you staring back at me. This is how I begin. You bring me into being by reading me. How do you accomplish this? Merely the act of eyes scanning the colored pixels on your computer screen, revealing me to you? Is your understanding also part of my reason for being? Is that what allows me to continue to live? If you stop reading, will I then cease to exist? An ‘Abibliophobiac’ is someone who has a fear of running out of things to read. I have a fear of you reac...

My Muse (who sort of resembles Tori Amos, Luna Lovegood and Delirium) took me aside and said, “Look friend. You’re not good at ‘Profound’ and ‘Deep’. This world needs more silliness anyway.” We walked down a silly path awhile, making up new words as we went. “Let’s give our new words human characteristics. ‘Anthropomorphaku: A Haiku that comes alive.' That’s definitely a great word that should be accepted into language! How do we spread our new protologistims like memes?” We decided if we’re ...