Why Does Everyone Want To Stop Our Fun? Several Readers Try To Kill "Academic Haiku Friday."

We have really enjoyed the occasional "academic haiku." We know none of them has actually been a haiku. What? You don't think we went to college?

We've published a bunch of poems that we call "academic haiku" because we liked the hard K sounds in that. Check out these past winners, for example.

Anyway, we've been collecting "real" haiku that have come in, and here are some now. Enjoy the flava:

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One student: slacker.
Another, just a dumb creep.
Both: grubbing for grades.

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Car stuck in snowbank.
Sprained knee, skiing accident.
Winter's excuses.

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Junior faculty,
running scared from job to job,
no place to call home.

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Adjunct faculty.
Freeway fliers, simple needs.
Gas, coffee, students.

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There is no compound.
Just a virtual commune.
Margaritas! Salt!