Waylaid on the Road to Riches

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O.K., everyone who was forced to write a haiku or two at some point in their schooling, raise your hands. That's pretty much what I thought. You can put your hands down.

Being the haiku is, as I suggested, the premiere form of school-child torture (literary style), we'll keep this brief:

For those of you who like your haiku with a little more bite, do yourself a favor and visit Ms. Kristen Freilich's haiku page. Trust me, you'll thank me. And for more incentive, be advised, Miss Freilich has included among her mini-opuses a breathtakingly beautiful and painfully accurate assessment of Waylaid co-author, Kay Peterson, rendered in haiku form.

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