Poetry

Limerick

There once was a man from the Vineyard

Who seemed to implode inward

For he was real skinny

And moved to New Guinea
And never look back at the Vineyard.

Haiku

There was on a branch

A bluebird sitting quiet
Chirping his own tune

Tanka

The mouse scrambling

To find some food for winter

Before the first storm

Provisions for family
Of mice in the cold dark den