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WHAT'S'AT? A HIGH-COO?
A haiku is a Japanese poem of 5, 7, & 5 syllables in 3 lines.
Modern American haiku are . . . whatever, but still in 3 lines.
high-coo.com
is the new haiku website of Booker T. Washington Magnet High School's Creative Writing magnet. All copyrights to all poems on this website belong to their individual authors, and none may be reproduced without written consent.
Flappy ears, sharp tusks
Eating a lot of peanuts
And spraying water
Fishing for some food
Diving into the water
He could not catch it
Slimy tentacles
Paddle up and down the sea
Reaching in the dark
What am I to do?
Part 2 is not here today
Part 1 is lonely
Galloping under
Darkness and salt encompass
Waiting for riders
Paddling along
Splashing the cold, dark water
Swimming on their backs
Wiggly, little worms
Squirming in the dark brown dirt
Waiting for morsels
They land on flowers
And look out on the big world
Only to evolve
Buzzing all around
Tasting that good sweet nectar
Sugar is the best
One hundred crawling
Heading for the finish line
Crawling in the dirt
Everywhere spraying
Showing their big pearly whites
Gray and enormous
They slither in dirt
Hissing in tune with the wind
Waiting for their pray
The clock slowly turns
Without a care in the world
Wish I was that way
Long and slender necks
Outstreaching toward the heavens
Reaching for green leaves
Shimmering brightly
With clear waves overlapping
Waiting on sand grains
Scurrying along
Toenails clapping on hard wood
Looking for old cheese
They float overhead
When the sun has disappeared
Searching for fresh blood
Black and white flashing
as they gallop gleefully
Enjoying the sun
They duck in their shells
Because they have been startled
By someone unknown
They slither under
electrocuting objects
That get in their way
Their camouflage coats
Glistening like the white snow
Drinking coke-cola
Swimming under blue
As the waves crash on the shore
Wishing they had feet
WHAT'S'AT? A HIGH-COO?
high-coo.com
is the new haiku website of Booker T. Washington Magnet High School's Creative Writing magnet. All copyrights to all poems on this website belong to their individual authors, and none may be reproduced without written consent.
Flappy ears, sharp tusks
Eating a lot of peanuts
And spraying water
Fishing for some food
Diving into the water
He could not catch it
Slimy tentacles
Paddle up and down the sea
Reaching in the dark
What am I to do?
Part 2 is not here today
Part 1 is lonely
Galloping under
Darkness and salt encompass
Waiting for riders
Paddling along
Splashing the cold, dark water
Swimming on their backs
Wiggly, little worms
Squirming in the dark brown dirt
Waiting for morsels
They land on flowers
And look out on the big world
Only to evolve
Buzzing all around
Tasting that good sweet nectar
Sugar is the best
One hundred crawling
Heading for the finish line
Crawling in the dirt
Everywhere spraying
Showing their big pearly whites
Gray and enormous
They slither in dirt
Hissing in tune with the wind
Waiting for their pray
The clock slowly turns
Without a care in the world
Wish I was that way
Long and slender necks
Outstreaching toward the heavens
Reaching for green leaves
Shimmering brightly
With clear waves overlapping
Waiting on sand grains
Scurrying along
Toenails clapping on hard wood
Looking for old cheese
They float overhead
When the sun has disappeared
Searching for fresh blood
Black and white flashing
as they gallop gleefully
Enjoying the sun
They duck in their shells
Because they have been startled
By someone unknown
They slither under
electrocuting objects
That get in their way
Their camouflage coats
Glistening like the white snow
Drinking coke-cola
Swimming under blue
As the waves crash on the shore
Wishing they had feet