'Imaginary Dinner Guest' Poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory

'Imaginary Dinner Guest'

The old man sat deep in thought
I simply asked him why
This is what he had to say

I am Matsuo Basho
I solve the worlds problems
In seventeen syllables
Five-Seven-Five, is my way

He asked if I could be his muse
He would immortalise me in his next Haiku
And so it was written!

I like young Micmac
Always joking, he will learn
Life is serious

But! He was only joking, or was he? ................

Micmac