November 11, 2008
During one of my recent, late-night expeditions into the vegosphere, I discovered Meat Haiku, a poetry contest sponsored by Burger King in honor of their new Steakhouse Burger.
I confess: I’m a total veg-dork who googles the key word “meat” for fun. But even if you’re not as veg-obsessed as I am, you’ve got to admit that meat and poetry make a pretty odd couple. Whose brilliant idea was it to take the language of love and use it to sing a death chant?
The contest yielded such captivating results as:
Meat is what I need
Tasty burger, come to me
I will eat you now
Or, Evan’s, who can’t even spell “vegetables” correctly:
Vegitables are yuck
Steakhouse is a lot of fun
So go brown not green.
I know we veg-minded folks can come up with a few No-Meat Haiku of our own, ones that actually play homage to the sacred, life-celebratory form.
The rules are simple:
1. Count the syllables for each line so they equal 5, 7, 5.
2. Mention your favorite fruit or vegetable.
I wrote these to get the ball rolling:
lookin’ tough in your green-black
lizard skin jacket
ripening in my right palm
heavy as a heart
Now it’s your turn! Enter your No-Meat Haiku into the comments box below!