Five, seven, and five
Syllables that get displayed-
Proud, I lift my blade
The words were waiting,
For my wrath of displeasure-
Salad shooter, on!
Hari-Kari, bahhh!
It's too much fuss and bother-
sword down the gullet!
dictionary bad!
myriad haikus hiding-
wordy opened book
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