Hi, Moya--I hate it when that happens, too. Sadly (for me) it happens frequently. But I can see "The Search" is on for you, and your haiku is excellent. Perhaps a sonnet will help nudge that inner Shakespeare along? Failing that, perhaps a smile?
Getting Through
Brutish lad with canted crown Seeks to woo with hands on hips While in return milady frowns And purses sour lips.
Crushed, the gaudy jilted swain Bends his will to understand What he did to be a bane Left with a hollow golden band.
Forlorn and huddled on a bench His crown doffed upon the slats Milady sees with painful wrench His plight is hers and love-eyes bat.
So now in dappled shade he kneels, While milady blushes, saying how she feels.
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Good luck
Getting Through
Brutish lad with canted crown
Seeks to woo with hands on hips
While in return milady frowns
And purses sour lips.
Crushed, the gaudy jilted swain
Bends his will to understand
What he did to be a bane
Left with a hollow golden band.
Forlorn and huddled on a bench
His crown doffed upon the slats
Milady sees with painful wrench
His plight is hers and love-eyes bat.
So now in dappled shade he kneels,
While milady blushes, saying how she feels.
Which reminds me, I have to get your book.