Piku
Yesterday was Pi Day. In belated celebration, I present Piku.Piku are similar to haiku, except the form is 3, 1, 4 and each poem must have an image or word or action that somehow evokes roundness.
Balloon fight.
Run!
Not that way, fool.
Ow, that hurt.
See?
A Volkswagon.
(Those unfamiliar with Slug a Bug, the practice of punching someone on the arm at the site of a Beetle, will not get that one.)
At the ball,
she
waltzed without shoes.
Wire-whiskery
cat
dreams of round mice.
Mud season's
here.
Look at my tires.
Sausages,
hot.
Delicious grease.
Pesky fly,
Go.
Circle Paula.
Around a
pot
snow has melted.
Come, Panza,
tilt
windmills with me.
Op'ra House
clock
striking, striking
The O in
hope
embraces us
See the dog.
See.
We call him Spot.
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