Old Frog Makes Hash of Haiku

Hee hee. Grace, at Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads, set us a task today - to write a series of haiku in strict format - three lines of five syllables, seven syllables, five syllables, with a defining word in the second line to link first and last.

Well, sure. But I was awake from two a.m. to five a.m. last night, it's been a tough week and I am running on will power, with NO actual brain power.

So I decided to croak for mercy like an old toad, as opposed to simply croaking. Better to laugh than to despair, every time!



Old frog
falls in pond,
reviving briefly.

old frog
sits in stupor-
finally thinks of word.

old frog
ancient enough
for dimness to be
forgiven.

old frog
swimming with
the young fry-
glub glub.