Before we lived together, CC and I used to text bad haikus back and forth. I would usually start it off while I was waiting for my bus at the freak show that is the Port Authority. I had the count backwards but he would let it slide. They were like this:
Pigeon in the bus station
Hopping on one leg
Could hit him with my Kimber.
They mostly were about pigeons, because the pigeons that wander inside the Port Authority never leave and they’re all missing parts and get very aggressive trying to get your snacks. I was thinking about that the other day while he was making me food, so I wrote him one, sans pigeons. I like the ones with the pigeons better but the form was wrong, and this one has breakfast.
He makes me tasty
heart-shaped eggs and home fries
with Sriracha face:
He tolerates me.
I stab it and make it bleed
yolk and take pictures:
Happy, bleeding breakfast.
JM Randolph, accidentalstepmom 
I didn’t know you were literally a pistol-packing mama.
Well, the pigeons are armed. It’s only fair.
A delightful breakfast indeed
Quite lovely!
He cooks breakfast for you, damn….
I know!
Mine does too! 🙂
Keeper!
Quite liked your haiku actually. It would be a scene with you pigeons dueling it out in the city, and anyone who makes their significant other heart-shaped, smiley-faced breakfasts is golden in my book.
If you want to read some good haiku poems, my cousin has a haiku website called tinywords.com.
A lot of the greatest poets found their first inspiration from pigeons. What is it about this majestic bird that continually inspires us to greater levels of artistic expression?
What makes this comment extra good is that it ended up in the spam filter, and I have no idea why, except maybe that you can’t trust a pigeon.