srry haiku

srry

Poor haiku, I know my style's not you
But trapped by mistakes and my ignorance flakes
We'll celebrate like it's snow in July
For at least we're having a good time
Spreading out the soul
Making me feel like Billy Joel
Celebrating as my voice scribbles down
Please haiku don't let me make you frown
I'm sure our affair will be found out
When the critics scream and shout
They'll throw me in new named place
But haiku, they'll never replace

Author's Note

computer illiterate