Tuesday Haiku
Dear Friends, we have just received this poem from a life-long Fullerton resident who goes by the web-handle of “Bushido Poet.” Apparently BP is a ninth-level haiku master. So when he haikus, we listen:
Rain patters my roof
Cold winds rattle the window
A braying donkey
Roaming the lowlands
They vanish when the moon breaks
No carpetbaggers.
God is good
I love beer
God is great
The end
I smell a haiku contest.
He speaks in riddles
Money is swept away
Hee Haw
The masses are flogged
Morale lifts up
A pot of gold beckons
Aruni! Or as they say in Mando, Arutii!