He was an ant. With a camera. He was hired by the Elevator Association of Retired Elevator Workers to make sure that giants didn't enter the building and eat all the donuts. Armed with only his wits and 10,000 lbs of dynamite, the ant knew what to do: crawl up the leg of the giant and get some of those donuts.
Have you read \The Intuitionist\ by Colson Whitehead? The protagonist is an elevator inspector, caught up in the battle between the two mighty elevator inspector factions: those who determine the safety of elevators by using devices to measure their functions and those who employ a more mystical sense of intuition. It's really fantastic.
@hale technically, "haiku" is both singular and plural, though I of course dearly appreciate your sentiment.
Also, technically, my 5-7-5 poems are not true haiku, since that would mean they deal specifically with the natural world and a sense of seasons, not the human experience. Human-focused, humorous 5-7-5 poems are "senryu."
So we're both wrong. And yet it feels so right. Amazing how that works.
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