Apparently a restaurant sponsored a haiku contest for poems about udon (a type of noodle). A few friends and I had an sms thread where we exchanged udon haiku. My friends George and Neil had much better entries than I did. Here are a few that I contributed. Correct, the last one has nothing to do with Udon. I also introduced rhyming which has nothing to do with haiku and everything to do with you, dear reader.
- Udon is noodles
Feudal lords bring the soy sauce
Soy bomb, soy haram. - You cast chopstick sieve
To catch the udon, to live
Here, my child, a bib. - A gentleman’s C.
A child of a legacy.
Until SAT