Every six months or so I get a wild hair and compose a haiku. The funny thing is that REAL haiku manage to convey something deep and profound in just a few syllables. My haiku, on the other hand, are . . . nothing of the sort. See here and here.
In that same prosaic vein, I present to you the following:
The Unwanted Meal
I made chicken and dumplings,
and my kids said "Euwwww,
Who likes wet biscuits and peas?"
Complaints are unwelcome here,
And you know that rule.
Now, double helpings for all.
Hmm . . . I'm thinking this is not what Japanese haiku masters had in mind.