Here you go everybody. I have found and now present to you definitive proof (twice!) that, while we may have the souls of Poets, we may not have the chops of Poets:
1: cats and dogs love blind yet we blind ourselves to love oh, to be a cat 2: this is my boring life is but an illusion show to fool us all
You will note that I did not use my traditional phrase of “enjoy!” in this post. Go read some real poetry to clear your mental palate. This is why I write Prose, not Poetry.
*Yes, these are done in the simple 5-7-5 construction. They are not “traditional” haikus in terms of season, etc.