Saturnday Morning Haiku

I love my sweet wife
I love her more than bacon
That is all (haiku)

Missing syllable,
Why do you hide from me?
Incomplete haiku.

Self-referential
Existence commentary
On meta-haikus

Everything is huge
One and one makes eleven
I love you, base two!

What is that, you say?
One of these does not belong here?
Free association!

What is that, you say?
One of these does not belong here?
Welcome to my life!

What is that, you say?
One of these does not belong here?
Stuck in endless loop.

What is that, you say?
One of these does not belong here?
Stuck in endless loop.

What is that, you say?
One of these does not belong here?
Stuck in endless loop.

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British Haiku

A friend of ours, Traci Vanderbush, commented today about watching her son drive off to work and how weird it felt. Suddenly it seemed they'd gotten there all too quickly. Britain (her son) seems to be moving toward a career as a stage magician. Here's my attempt to ensconce the moment in haiku.

    The car disappears
Like a teenage magic trick
   Speeding at my heart

(I really like this definition of ensconce from dictionary.com: "to settle securely or snugly". It's how I think of myself settling down to read, and fits beautifully with what I was trying to do here. I love our language!)