Haiku #1

Recently the opportunity arose to write a haiku about detergent.  A haiku, for those of you who are blissfully unaware, is a short poem (originating from Japan), with a structure of 5-7-5 syllables, such as this:

detergent I wash
my soul on the rinse cycle
but it is not clean

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(For those of you interested, Howaito is the Japanese representation of the English word “white”.  Or at least it is one word that stands for white – if you say it fast enough you’ll hear why.)

I think it would be best to end in a fashion such as this:

this is a small post
because I am too lazy
to write a long one