I remember learning about Haiku in grade school and disliking it. Now I get to teach it to Eliot. He was supposed to write his own but I "helped"
scrubbing my face red
moving leaves with one sneeze
cold harsh autumn wind
The only Haiku I have ever liked is the following:
Haikus are easy
but sometimes they don't make any sense
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