By Haiku masters Rebecca Southern and David Tobia
Oh sing to me Ed
And through me tell the story
Of all we have learned
Many twists and turns
Brought Odysseus back home.
Many suitors died
Kittens also died
Thanks to a preposition
Ending a sentence
Trimble says it’s fine
But Ed says no way José
I agree with Ed
He wants us to try
A one-sentence paragraph
We are now writers
Trimble is sassy
Victor Frankenstein is cray
Obsessed with progress
He made a monster
The thing was really ugly
He did not notice
Then it came to life
Got lots and lots of knowledge
And killed many people
Victor even knew
Who killed little William
Without any proof
Searching for friendship
But judged by exterior
Made him turn evil
Knowledge comes from trees
God says, “Guys, please don’t eat that”
Eve screwed that one up
Tempted by a snake
She took the apple and bit
Crunch, crunch, damnation
Made them free to fall
Justify the ways of God
To men, we will see
Invoking a muse
Because humans are fallen
Blinded, Milton wrote.
Desire blinded Eve
Oedipus blinds Oedipus
Edmund blinds Gloucester
Oedipus the King
He solved the sphinx’s riddle
But it did not help
Blindness is knowledge
At least for Tiresias
He sees with no eyes
Blindness is not bad
Just a matter of perspective
See what I did there?
With its cunning eyes
Shakespeare’s sonnet 24
Fails the find the truth
Can Eliza hide?
Her past of flower selling?
Or her dirt and grime
Simply phonetics
And the science of speech too
Higgins plays a game
Molding her to be.
Pickering treats her
As a human being
Romance in five acts
Higgins taught Eliza words
But can she use them?
Shaw created play
Higgins created Liza
Both want to control
But can they do it?
What is the relationship,
Maker to product?
Fermat’s last theorem
Lord Byron in the game book
Thermodynamics
The chaos theory
A rabbit population
Thomasina’s work
Hannah discovers
Valentine understands it
Bernard gets it wrong
Plautus and Lightening
Septimus is a hermit
In Croom’s Sidley Park
The Maid of Turkey
And the Couch of Eros too,
Chater a liar
Detective Story
In Arcadia Ego
Written on the tombs.
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