A wise, kind soul once said, "In every job that must be done, there is an element of fun." That was a lie, of course, as many jobs are not fun at all and could never be: taking out the trash, making waffles, and judging haikus. Regardless, Prinsiana Haiuks is all about judging haikus, and in that capacity, we feel compelled to pick a so-called Haiku of the Year.

Regardless, how droll this all is.

(Regardless, I can't remember the definition of the word "droll," so I'm not confident that this truly is droll.)

Regardless, as the sole proprietor of Prinsiana Haikus, allow me to point out that my favorite haiku, Ms. Esprit's "a conversation between a ceratosaurus and a camptosaurus," received no votes except my own. The other judges are stupidly stupid.

Regardless, let us announce our medallists:


Bronze Medal

from the first contest, Pam R. Whitten's
"No Parking Between 9 AM and 3 PM on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays and Odd-Numbered Sundays"

A Tuesday. I'm fine.
Wasn't "Frasier" on last night?
Where's my Toyota?

Judges' comments:


Silver Medal

from the ninth contest, Andrew Vardeman's
"Twister"

Twister isn't quite
the children's game I once thought.
Shame, Milton Bradley!

Judges' comments:


Gold Medal

from the fourth contest, hélène françoise lipogramme's
"casually, inadvertently, bohemianly"

ruled by vineyard veins,
my cadaver and i dance
that curvy vinyl.

Judges' comments:


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