And here I will take a nap.”
Snore, snore, snore, snore, snore, snore, snore.
“I have slept too long; I have blundered.”
Leap, leap, leap, leap, leap, leap, leap.
“You are too late, Mr. Hare;
Where is your boast of a while ago?”
Finally, there is a verse of two pentasyllables with a heptasyllable between, which is more popular among men than any other form. The haiku, as it is called, can hardly be given the name of poetry. It is simply a suggestion of ideas which it is left to the hearer to clothe with poetical sentiment; but the suggestion itself is far from explicit and needs a person used to this form of verse to interpret it in the sense intended. It is, in short, little more than a tour de force in the art of compression. For instance:
Furuike ya
Kawazu tobikomu
Mizu no oto.