Haikued
I got Haikued when my friends started writing actual poems instead of just spamming me with dumb memes. I thought I was doing the hard work, but they were just waiting for me to fail.
My friend sent me a haiku about my bad hair day. It was five syllables. I cried.
I posted a haiku about tacos. My mom replied with one about my dad’s bad driving.
My dog wrote me a haiku. I don’t know how. I’m mad about it.