PoeticalPomP[1]

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.