OK, so I am cheating a bit. The below was not written by me but my daughter. I helped her (just a teeny bit) with the concept and the points.
A dark alleyway,
A man and a silver knife
Goodbye, family
Canisters of oil
Barrels filled with alcohol
Now what shall I do?
Squeak. Meow. Ba-dump. Squeak.
Tunes of the dark alleyway
What is going on?
What am I doing?
Why did I agree to do this?
Shh. Be QUIET. Now!
My mind is a blank.
My whole body is trembling.
I hope no one calls.
I’m frozen in place.
Suddenly my stomach hurts.
I want my pants clean!
Stop! Stay where you are!
No response. I’ll move closer.
Heaven, here I come!
The man turns around.
Wait! This man is no killer!
His steaks are the best!
And there you have it. A long haiku about an encounter and mistaken identity in an alleyway. What did you think of it?
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