I promised my Friend Fred a Haiku for his birthday. At the time, I was all like, "I'm a professional writer. Haiku's are easy. Sheesh, they don't even have to rhyme."
And I was drinking beer.
As usual, I've overestimated my competency.
Oh, well. Happy Birthday Fred.
An imported beer
for every year you've been here
will give you good cheer
Yeah, I know. It's not even a real Haiku.
As to the rest of you, today's my big huge printer day. You'll have to write your own Haiku.