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[coughcoughshank]

[The writing is a touch more... calligraphic than Souji's usual. But poetry demands it, even if it's not his own. And even if it's awful.]

Of the seven spring herbs
five I have
put to memory.

Comments

[azhdarchidae]

Huh?

[She's never heard of haiku.]

[coughcoughshank]

Haiku!

[azhdarchidae]

What-ku?

[coughcoughshank]

It's a kind of poetry.

Usually they're better than that one, though. Like-

old pond . . .
a frog leaps in
water’s sound

[notpissedoff]

Is this what I think it is?

[coughcoughshank]

Maybe~

[notpissedoff]

...

Why?

[coughcoughshank]

Because they're funny!

[WHY ELSE]

[feathered_earth]

Is this a poem?

[coughcoughshank]

It is!

Not a very good one, though, ne?

[feathered_earth]

If you say so. I don't know very much about poetry.

[coughcoughshank]

Well. I don't think memorizing seven herbs should be that hard!

Or there's this one-

Though there be but one
A plum blossom will aways
Be a plum blossom

[longnosedliar]

[..............................................]

I don't get it.

[coughcoughshank]

I don't either! Whoever wrote it must have had a really bad memory though.

[longnosedliar]

So you didn't write it?

[coughcoughshank]

No, I found it on the fourth floor.

[desertshadows]

Very nice.

[coughcoughshank]

You think so? The meaning seems a bit silly to me.

[desertshadows]

I do wonder why the writer hasn't put the other two to memory yet! But it is nice in itself.

[coughcoughshank]

He must have kind of a bad memory, I guess.