The Sweet Taste of Victory

Or at least runner-up to victory.

I got a runner up prize in the Ace of Spades haiku contest. Here is my entry:

Falling

Snow on Mt. Fuji
Settles soft and white, like death,
Like burnt memo ash.

I'm honored, but considering that my prize is the chance to massage Oliver Willis' feet. Hmm, I may have to decline for ... um, artistic reasons. Yeah, that should work.

Actually, I thought my best one was this untitled entry:

Haiku experts tell me
That this poem has the requisite
Number of syllables.

Oh, well. There's no accounting for taste, I suppose.