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The Oblivious PoetSo this friend of mine sent me (for the second time, just from him, not counting all the others,) a compendium of Jewish haikus. You've seen it. Of course you've seen it. Among them was the oldie but goodie, Lacking fins or
tail I chided him with the instant response "Been making the rounds for years. I thought gefilte fish swim in jelly." I swear I didn't give it an instant's thought. Really. He's more compulsive than I remember him to be. He counted the syllables and informed me that my reply was "cool." It took me longer to understand that I had written a haiku than it took me to write it. My putative limericks never scan properly. Perhaps
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