Oft I write haiku
When I know not what to do
This I know is true
Oft I write haiku
When I know not what to do
This I know is true
I forgot to write a poem!
Whatever shall I do?
Give up and now forgo ’em?
Stop writing? Reading, too?
I’m feeling so embarrassed
But now the hour is late
So I will merely write this
And ‘morrow sleep by eight