A fellow female blogger sent me a (an?) haiku and I considered it a challenge for me to respond with a (an?) haiku of my own. The challenger is one of my three daughters, the one that lives, laughs, loves and labors in the hinterlands of Northern Virginia along with her husband and three—count ’em—cats. Click here for her blog—it’s well worth a visit. Her many passions and photography skills present an astounding variety
of landscapes plus parties, places and people from all
over the US and several foreign countries.
Cheese Haiku (hers)
Aged cheddar cheese Mike?
hmmm it smells like stinky feet
want another piece?
Okay, let’s take a look at that—three lines
obviously, with five syllables in the first and third
lines and seven in the second line. Nope, this won’t be
much of a problem for a stepper such as I (am).
Cheese haiku (mine)
First piece not et yet,
Second piece I will not get.
Stinky feet? You bet!
Please note that my haiku meets the requirements of three lines with five, seven and five syllables respectively—and it rhymes—your haiku didn’t even come close to rhyming—nanny, nanny, boo boo! And before you chastise me because I did not meet the requirement of a season, look again. Spring, summer, fall or winter, right? Right! Any reader will immediately connect stinky feet with summer, like, you know, really hot, and stinky sweaty socks on stinky feet shod in stinky sour sneakers will definitely qualify as stinky (note the alliterative phrases—I do love alliteration).
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
The King of Texas 
Mike Powell
October 29, 2012 at 8:07 am
Maybe you should quit while you are ahead, if you are ahead. Cheese has so many extollable virtues, notwithstanding the occasional odious olfactory assault that you have compared to pungent extremities. Perhaps we need a counterpoint, an homage to fromage.
thekingoftexas
December 18, 2012 at 3:09 pm
From: Mike
To: Mike
I managed to lose the last part of my reply to your comment on my cheese haiku, and it took me five days to restore it. Part of the text that disappeared pertained to your suggestion of a counterpoint for comparing pungent extremities, namely stinky feet. My response addressed your suggestion that paying homage to fromage would be an excellent counterpoint. No, not just excellent—make that the ultimate counterpoint. The other part of my Lost Scroll was my unabridged and unbridled agreement with Cindy’s notion that your sense of humor is similar to mine, and you told me I was being forewarned.
Thanks for the comment and thanks for the warning. I view the warning as a challenge. I have therefore girded my loins, and in the words of George W. Bush, “Bring it on!”
PeeEss: Your close-up photos are excellent—nay, superior is a better word, and I readily and cheerfully pay homage to your proficiency with the camera. If you continue in the same vein you may in time excel your muse. I have some doubt about that, but keep trying—it’s worth the effort.