If you like haiku (and who doesn't?), then take a moment to read Barbara's poem, a short bad haiku about the sorry state of my wardrobe and the weather. Despite her nineteen-syllable title, I believe her seventeen-syllable haiku is a lament, a cry of desperation from a woman who lives in Calgary, Alberta, where winter and hockey never end.
Then again, I'm probably full of shit. As usual, especially when it comes to poetry.
[Barbara is the talented writer of Bad Tempered Zombie and a contributor to the The Bookworm Collective, a consortium of Canadian, uh, book reviewers.]