Roses are red
Violets are blue
When I think of you
I know a haiku

Winter brings snowfall
Lovers snuggle by the hearth
Writing sweet couplets

Little Miss Mary had a red bonnet
Down by the river she sang a sonnet

A girl went to bed
When she was tired
She lay down her head
And so I was inspired
I typed at my keys
And breathed a deep sigh
Weak at my knees
I gave a strong cry
Woe is me
Boy with black hair
That soon I will not see
The one that I care
So I sit here and write
Until my departing flight.