A mischievous poem about my estrangement from the haiku.
I don’t do haiku
and, before you interrupt,
this is a senryu.
Senryu of three lines, 17 syllables
Note: I was thumbing my way through Read & Review when I came across a page of haikus. The words, “I don’t do haiku,” flashed through my brain and I realised I had the beginnings of a haiku. Of course, it couldn’t be a haiku since it’s not about nature but there’s enough wry humour in it for a senryu, I think.