While walking to and fro, the Earth,
To see what I could see
I came across a man ’twas writing
Underneath a Tree
I asked him what he penned so curiously
And he responded not quite furiously
"I am writing the worlds longest Haiku"
With an air of dignity, as though he never farted
I tried to teach, to spare him pain
"Haikus are short, you pen in vain!
Like this, instead", and thus I started: Crouched on a hillside We held our collective Breath Waiting to Attack
He looked at me, and, farting, said, "Fuck You".
I said, "Good Haiku"
And walked away.