A haiku is a poem of 17 syllables:
5 syllables
7
5
Ideally, it presents an image with emotional content or presents a sentiment, not a simple narrative, but hey! Surprise us!
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Blossoming Willow
Hot star Buffy's "plain"
girlfriend
Stupid TV rules
Spike, once a Big Bad
Many butts beneath his feet
Butt of many jokes
Cordy, ex-mall queen
Prices all, values nothing
But she is learning
Aiglos —
Riley/Angel? Blech!
It's for Xander, Angel longs.
His "heart"'s desire.
Cordy- goes SoCal,
Becomes a centered Augur.
Way more grown then "B"
Riley, ex-lover
Chip size doesn't matter, dear
No, really. Really.
IreneAdler—
Darla and Angel,
Lust and hate at war once more,
Angel draws first blood.
Principal Snyder
Fuel for rebellion
Now food for the worms
Jassa says:
Doyle, half demon
Visions of people in need
Met untimely death
Giles, fired Watcher
He loves his new red sportscar
It helps him get laid
(I know, family board, but I couldn't resist!)
Anya, wish demon
Scorned women earned her pity
'Till Giles smashed her source
Cordy, ex rich girl
Her father lost his money
Seeks fame in LA
Bethany, psychic
Can lift objects with her mind
Abused by father
Ethan Rayne, dark mage
Played tricks on Halloween Eve
He'll "Be seeing you"
Wesley, young Watcher
Sent to help Buffy and Faith
Slayers quit Council
Adam, Walsh's monster
Third human, third monster
Other third machine
Jassa —
William the Bloody
No Dru, damn chip, Buffy lust
Redundant Big Bad
Joyce, hot mama
Looks for love the wrong places
"Giles, stevedore?"
Faith, badgrrl slayer
Life's a bitch and then you die
Or do five to ten...
Joyce, redhot mama
Policemen are you friends, dear
Or at least their cars
Sushi —
Oh weeping willow
Tara's touch will sow your wounds
New flowers in bloom
Adam, the trouble
Of this cataclysmic Eve?
Your maker is dead.
Do not fight, dear Spike
Your heart belongs to Buffy
Love lives are at stake
Class clown is crying
You laughed at life. Look again
The joke's now on you
Greg Cracknell <
My soul wanders lost
Like a child overwhelmed in
Willows gentle spell
Glory's search is vain
in dark hours. Only in Dawn
may the key be found.
Dawn, ancient child, the
key to powers yet unknown,
made not for Glory.
If Spike were a priest,
in an abbey, would he be
known as the Chip-Monk?
(sorry)