It's happened to all of us, when we were young and innocent, and unable to make such incredibly
poor decisions for ourselves. Yes, you know what I'm talking about: that fateful day that the
teacher requested you to write what would end up being horribly bad haiku.
Now with a generous grant from the "Group for the Pathetic Production of Terrible
Poetry by Incredibly Sensitive and Caring University Humanities
Majors", or GPPTPISCUHM pronounced Jip-tipi-scum, you will no longer be forced to
search deep within your tortured soul to make heart wretching haiku.
Ah! With a click of a button, you can have an endless multitude of poor haiku to impress your dullard friends, or try to make new ones! These haiku are best performed in front of lots of people, a grocery store makes a great forum. You'll become the next Ezra Pound, the next Walt Whitman, the next person to be physically assaulted by a complete stranger!
Don't we all feel much better now...