Sharpen your pencils,
Follow the hortatory,
Respond in haiku.
“I do feel compelled,
To respond to the haiku,
In true haiku form. “
“Give me a minute
Haiku i need to define
Then write a story”
“You can not make me.
I ain’t gonna do that thing.
I do what I want!”
Your arm, I twisted,
Your fingers went a-tapping,
And you then complied.

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