I was reading about haiku the other day and I mentioned to Bo that I find that kind of poetry interesting because of the structure of seventeen syllables, divided into three lines of five, seven and five beats. They're like limericks, which of course I love, but more sensitively written and there's no rhyming.

Well, for reasons I'll never understand, Bo wasn't listening to me. So for a punishment, I got a piece of paper and a pencil and asked him to write a haiku for me, reminding him that they often describe the essence of a poignant experience.

Slick new saddle shoes

Made you slip in the lobby

Of course people clapped.

Technically, he nailed it. Then I remembered that haiku traditionally have something to do with nature, so I asked him to redo it in that vein.

Slick new saddle shoes

Made you slip in the lobby

It was raining out.