when it comes to poetry form and humor, we can do Haiku

The child cries at her breast.

And the mosquito also bites

The sleeping mother

Senna

With ink-stained lips,

The boy leaves his poem

For the cool outdoors

Basho

Stillness and solitude –

Sinking into stones,

The trill of cicadas

peter yarisford

And melancholy sadness and tranquility (Sabi and Shori)

On a withered branch

A crow has settled.

Nightfall in autumn.

- Basho

no money in amy's bank account

she simply works at a hotel restaurant

surviving through water and leftover meals

-- K. d. hurley