My partner is far too cultured and clever for me. I jokingly sent him something in really bad haiku form. He schooled me, corrected me, and he said we should be doing run reports in Haiku. In a span of like 10 minutes trumped me with:
Gently, turning on
the summer wafting breezes
Our patient fell down
and
From the western sky
Crimson clouds fly serenely
Tom forgot to eat
(Tom is a frequent flier with diabetic seizures)
On a roll he decided to switch to limericks:
There once was a man from North Swansea
Who said "I was stung by a bee"
He turned a bright red
And fell out of bed
And now he says he can't breathe.
Gently, turning on
the summer wafting breezes
Our patient fell down
and
From the western sky
Crimson clouds fly serenely
Tom forgot to eat
(Tom is a frequent flier with diabetic seizures)
On a roll he decided to switch to limericks:
There once was a man from North Swansea
Who said "I was stung by a bee"
He turned a bright red
And fell out of bed
And now he says he can't breathe.
