The other night my wife and I were talking about Haiku. She told me that she won several awards as a child for writing Haiku, limericks, ballads, sonnets, all that shit. She is awesome.
Anyway I told her that Haiku gave me particular problems as I was never able to grasp the concept of syllables. It is on account of my name. Kar-l or is it Karl?
Anyway, in the second grade, my teacher, Ms. Conn, had us sit in a circle. We went around and said everyone’s name and clapped on each syllable. When it was my turn, chaos ensued. Claps were disjointed and out of sync. It was kind of scary.

As my wife and I are prone to do, we wrote a Haiku about the experience. It goes a little something like this:

my childhood was fucked
karl is just one syllable
i thought it is was two

Thank You.