Earlier this month we ran a series of Father’s Day inspired haikus. Some explored the mysteries of soap-on-a-rope while others aired out grievances over student loan debt and lack of parental assistance in our post-secondary education. But as one reader kindly pointed out, we occasionally fudged the strict rules of haiku writing in order to accommodate such words as “vasectomy” and “Bruce Hornsby and the Range.” And for that we are sorry. To help us in our ongoing pursuit of haiku perfection, the poetically named W. Baird Blackstone of Tsawwassen provided us with the following haiku to help us out:
Haiku poetry
Has seventeen syllables
In three lines, that’s it!
