“Ubikacja Ogińskiego” in haiku (aka: superior) form

Like all things in life, my crappy poetry can easily be crafted into a set of haikus.  I don’t know why this didn’t occur to me before.

Ubikacja Ogińskiego

On your friend’s toilet
box of journals, old schoolwork
no toilet paper

Whistled Ogiński
“Fairwell to the Fatherland”
You recognized it

Match made in heaven.
except I’m in love, my sweet,
with somebody else.


Ta da!

About Doctor Quack

Just another bonehead with an internet connection.
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