Haiku on Demand?

The beard of pain falls.

A meteor ends the foul

bug-eyed shinobi.



The famous  red can

is my soul’s mate and lusty

metal sin. Chomp chomp!






[Kind of a cop-out, I know — but they’re haiku!¬† You have to like them, or you are disrespecting thousands of years of Japanese culture. With regrets for H.N. and Jeremy.]