Landom¹ met Thomas²
Sitting grumpy yet thoughtful
Lo! Our regard dawns
Commentary
You’ll notice that in this particular haiku, the last letter of each word becomes the first letter in each subsequent word. You may be thinking: “Did this take a long time to write?” Why yes. Yes it did. “Should you perhaps consider getting a girlfriend to fill your time with more meaningful endeavors?” A perfectly fair question and assessment. “Are things like this blog perhaps the reason why you don’t have one?” Now you’re hitting closer to home than I care to admit, and I’m going to need you to back off.
I feel very triggered.
Footnotes
1.) Screw it, his name’s Landom now
2.) A slightly more formal alias for “Tom” used by parents, Catholic school teachers, and the police that one time when I was 5 and called 911 on a dare. Additional variants include: Tommy, Night Angel, Tom-Tom & Tub-Tub (A particularly hurtful middle school spin on the aforementioned “Tom-Tom”, further validating the kind, loving, and compassionate environment that permeates this nation’s private school sector).
Landon Acknowledge Me 