'Imaginary Dinner Guest'
The old man sat deep in thought
I simply asked him why
This is what he had to say
I am Matsuo Basho
I solve the worlds problems
In seventeen syllables
Five-Seven-Five, is my way
He asked if I could be his muse
He would immortalise me in his next Haiku
And so it was written!
I like young Micmac
Always joking, he will learn
Life is serious
But! He was only joking, or was he? ................
Micmac
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