It’s late. I’ve been otherwise occupied. But I knew this was out there, a haiku by the Japanese poet Issa, translated by Robert Hass.
“New Year’s Day–
everything is in blossom!
I feel about average.”
'We've got to find a sharper blade or have a new one made.'
Poetry? From America’s Muhammad, my one-stop inspiration headquarters: “When Frazier is out and don’t answer the bell, I’ll jump over the ropes and get Howard Cosell.”
Then there’s this:
We will fly through ze air
to get to Zaire.
Though I can’t remember whether it was Ali or one of his entourage who came up with that one (c. 1974).