There once was a fellow called Tickle
Whose wife was in quite a pickle
His fingers got frisky
She was in a tisk-y
And nothing could be heard but a Giggle
(Or a Gickle, depending on how much of a Stickle you are at rhyming.)"Pretty funny, huh?" I said.
Clara looked at me. "Yeah, but that's not a haiku. That's a limerick."
Yes, I know the difference between a haiku and a limerick. Yes, I know how to write both of them. It pretty much confirmed that I have lost my marbles completely. Pregnancy brain strikes again.
But here's a real haiku, just to prove that I can do it:
Steve tickles his wife
Throws her on the bed with glee
Fun despite the shrieks
Ha. There you go.