At the ripe age of nine, I was a burgeoning young artist. Children from neighboring hoods would gather round to watch me wield those crayola markers, and no one ever left disappointed.
Every legendary artist has a signature subject. Monet was famous for his lilypads, Degas for his ballerinas, and I for my sexually suggestive mermaids:
Each year around this time I hold a Mermaid Penis Haiku competition to recognize the person who can best capture the essence of this masterpiece in exactly 17 syllables. For those of you who aren’t familiar, a Haiku must be structured as follows, with one line of 5 syllables, one line of 7 syllables, then another line of 5 syllables:
Because of her balls
Which do not flap like fins do
She sunk like a stone
(early winner by Meredith H.)
I challenge you all to be creative within the confines of this rigid poetic structure. The winner receives a shoutout on Monday’s blog and my friendship for life.
Competition begins now and lasts until midnight on Sunday. Entries should be posted in the comment section, and you can submit as many as you like.