Although the Brew Crew won today, and for that I am grateful, the heartache they have caused me since the All-Star break has given me inspiration; inspiration to write amazing haiku; of course I will start out with the average ones, but the last one you read will blow your mind, not just because I never end my sentences, using a never ending stream of semicolons, but because it is the purest Haiku ever written; I shed tears for the Japanese, that they have been bested by an American in their own art.
Gallardo, the man
the Brewers only hope left
hark! I see Lopez!
the pain I suffer
watching them lose every day
I ask for pitching
Tim is one fat oaf
frisbee, scorn, a heretic
I curse you with fat
and the Coup de grâce:
Five seven then five
Poem, the audacity
I weep all day long
I hope you cried as much as I did after reading my work; and Japan, I apologize, but you just got served.
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