Tanka Poem

so...confession time: I erroneously thought windshield was 3 syllables...because my fingers told me that was true. I hope y'all still have faith in my leadership and are not planning any sort of coup...
 
so...confession time: I erroneously thought windshield was 3 syllables...because my fingers told me that was true. I hope y'all still have faith in my leadership and are not planning any sort of coup...
trying to imagine you sounding it out like - wind (1) shi (2) eld (3)... what accent?
 
Amazon served me up a low budget sexbot story, clearly under the impression I like that kind of thing.
 
recycling a haiku as a tanka...

My mind is amok,
Body is breaking apart,
The soul carries on,
Though my doom is impending,
I'll not know the why nor when.
 
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