And you, his Carnies stood by him,
Willing to go the distance,
Making up verse without the benefit
of pants on Sunday Morn.
Now it is time to bid Adieu
to Haiku Sunday – the lowest form of Puns.
Here’s your last chance before
The World ends and Mayans rule again.
As your host for today’s finale
I anticipate great things from you.
Enjoy this verse-fest one last time .
Let’s make it a great one.
So please compose your comments in either Limerick:
There was a young Clown from Quebec
Who spied on the ground a small speck
Clown shone his Magnificence™,
The Spider grew in defense,
And Clown ran screaming, “What the feck?!”
Will end today as Le Clown
A Clown on Fire for
Resurrecting rhyme and
Neophytes and scholars
Waiting for Sunday
Writing Haiku on the fly
Without being clad in pants.
Now it’s your turn: