Take it from me: When making a point about

Take it from me: When making a point about how easy it is to write a haiku, be sure to not screw up the syllable count. You just look silly. "Haikus are so easy/ In my sleep I make

verses/5-7-5. "I can even use/cuttings words as weaponry/

but not on my arm." I am extraordinarily clever, I thought to myself, since no one else would. This 5-7-5 poetry slam was great! "Fingers raking down/I destroy your ugly face/

mwah ha ha ha ha." I can churn out this 5-7-5 poetry until I'm physically restrained, I thought feverishly. "It's got no eyeballs/Let's steal its salami roll/

That's so cornea." The swarthy Italian chef had his seeing eye dog, Baldo, at his side. If only I hadn't added so much garlic, I could've snatched the rol without him noticing.

I'm babbling, I know, forgive me. If only the roll snatching hadn't led me to the stash of Peruvian i wouldntve rebelled against the tyranny of modern

family. What a show! For the weak-minded that is. I prefer my Ed O'neil, younger, hating his wife and flushing toilets. Married With Children? Now that was a show. But I am babblin

rabble, yes, I am bubblin trouble. Never married, childless, and all I do is watch television. Re-runs, and re-runs of re-runs. Ed O'Neil has grown old, looks terrible. It happens

Scooby Doo, and I learned that it was the commissioner who was behind all those grave-robbing incidents and he woulda gotten away with it too if it weren't for those meddling kids!