A woman’s pregnant belly painted with a big pink bow.
image from here, an article about pregnant belly painting

The Fatty Haiku

Where more is mora — in 17 syllables.

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Blanche scrounged through drawers.
Future blooms in her belly.
Goodbye, elven form!

Richard Simmons gasped. Mama Cass lay down her ham sandwich. Weird Al donned a fat suit and did what he do.

The dog days of summer are behind us and harvest season fast approaches with the scent of pumpkin-spiced everything filling the air. To everything there is a season, and this is one for indulgence — fat is fabulous. Let us overindulge in lexicographical fancy, kill the fatted calves and deploy chunky gourmet words to celebrate our linguistic gluttony!

Introducing the Fatty Haiku, a new spin on our favorite old poetic form. The idea is to pack as many characters into your 17-syllable verse, while simultaneously reflecting on the idea of size, expansion, girth, etc. To qualify as a Fatty Haiku, one’s lines should swell to include at least 69 letters.

Above is my own pleasantly plump poem, weighing in at 70 characters.

Where Do You Weigh In?

C’mon, grab a spoon (or ladle) and join the feast! Submit your chunkiest haiku for a chance to win a hefty sur-prize! Contest rules are simple: Follow the rules for haiku, have the most letters over 69! Make sure…

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Eric Griggs
Haiku Hub

Juxtaposeur, technical analyst, process engineer, poet wordsmith, INTJ, Anansi, MBTI certified practitioner & team-builder, certifiable fabulist & Uppity Queer™