Haikus on humour - I

Where is mystery On how Moses makes his tea? We know, Hebrews it. It won’t surprise me If a cartoonist’s found dead And clues are sketchy. I catch it the least That gossamer lovely beast, Love still if I mist. My blood report O When showed it was type-A blood, Oh, it was Typo. I stayed up all night To trace on Sun’s nightlong flight, Then it dawned with light. Like king’s royal crown, The book: Gravity-less Ground Was hard to put down. ____________________________ Haiku |01.03.2024| humour