Haiku For 1920 Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

So many poems.
And all do smell of mothballs.
I like lavender.

Why would you post them
Could you not find a crater
In which to dump them?

Would you be taking
The Pill Olanzapine then?
That would explain it.

I do love salads.
But not the salads made of
Fallutin' big words.

So get the Sprue Goose
and load your junk now, quickly.
Then spew it yonder.

All will be happy
Even the so-called poets
Who are just Bim-Bims.