A haiku is a dense little nugget of poetry with some very simple rules: it has to be three lines, and those lines have to be five syllables, seven syllables, and five syllables. That's it. http://www.zombierama.com/brainwaves/haikuform.html
That's it. Of course, there has to be some poetic merit. It can't just be 17 syllables chopped into three bits. But it can be about anything. So why not zombies ? http://www.zombierama.com/brain waves/haikuform.html
Here’s an example: Nothing more terrible than zombie adolescence... except Grandpa's breath. 3 lines of poetry: 5/7/5 syllables 5 syllables No/thing/ more/ smell/y/ 7 syllables than/ zom/bie/ a/do/le/scence 5 syllables ex/cept/ Grand/pa's/ breath.
Do you want to see some more examples of zombie haiku ? Of course you do! Most of the haiku on the next few slides are from www.zombierama.com but Ms. Nielsen did write one of them. Can you guess which one?
Zombie Bruce Springsteen was not "Born to Run"; no, he was born to eat brains. Crowding in the street The zombies shuffle their feet No one left to eat. Dismembered zombies Heads roll around on the floor. Soccer, anyone? Wading, the fish nip and nibble off my ankles. Oh, no! Zombie fish!
Playing fetch with Spot is dangerous when the bones he brings back still move. Zombies are no fun, When you see one you must run, Or shoot with your gun. Slick shiny jiggly and red, is it jello or a snack for undead? (written by Chris Crowe) The vegan zombie cares not for sweet grey matter they cry out for graaaaaaaaaaains!
Crowding in the street The zombies shuffle their feet No one left to eat After surgery Zombies cleanup and delight In take-out dinner. I hunger for your delicious cerebellum. Where's the ice cream scoop? Autumn's bold decay cannot stop the oncoming waves of undead flesh.
Now it’s time for you to write your own haiku. One final word: Zombies are gross and disgusting, but please don’t may your haiku so disgusting that we’re crossing the line into violating school, state or federal laws or the rules of human decency. Thank you!
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