Sorry, should that Mr 8?

I agree with the frost thing. I hate Robert Frost.

Aww, how sweet. Good to know you're going.

devilishly and eau de toilette wrenching...was the soul's conquest greater alive (lived or dead) Where does this lead? hopefully it's just the pain of a beginning; sadly stated and brilliantly composed...I stand with a white flag and surrender to your words, my friend. It's about helpless hope in a distant-ly thought-out mind-less realities. I find it invigorating - like the conquest of becoming or taking over someone else's body or mind. Eve gave the apple to Adam - or was it the other way around? Who knows for certain...the serpent was around. You do good work and always look forward to your thoughts. You sir, wear a cloak around your shoulders...mysterious, mystical creature of another time. Luckily - the beauty shines through this thickness and prowless nature...strong enough to capture the essence of what is important and real in our world of un-realities and superflous flooding. 8

Impressive. I approve of the element of self-doubt in the final line. 7. One question - are the Waffle's powers quelled by consuming the Findus Crispy Pancake of Doom? I must know!

Hmmm. Not bad, although it's already been done several thousand times before. This would be far better if more emotion was evoked - not easy, but that's what makes a great haiku. Have a 4.

i see no irony. grab the dictionary you are using to prop up the short leg of the couch and look up the words you use.

Nice. The business about paths makes me think of Robert Frost - the road not taken.

wow, a druggy-poem. not that that's ever been done, and a lot better.

Cuba si, yankee no!

Ouch. My brain is hurting.

I'll hope the music to this is good. It might just save it.

bye bye. Hope you can write when you get back. I'm sure nobody will have missed you. This is really more of a poorly-written whiny ramble than a poem.

I bet there's a eunuch haikuist out there somewhere.

There's nothing wrong with a bit of archaic fantasy; pastiche is a powerful tool. You stay just the right side of the ridiculous. Oh, by the way, Mr Horus8, what have I done to be hated so?

I love a nice adolescent tantrum.

Hmm, Intresting

Harsh to all card makers! I have never before considered the ethics of greeting cards - this is sharp.

The last two stanzas ruin a not too bad first one. Especially the last one.

No! I am Cuba.