Ode-kus rip away - My haiku virginity - Oh, succulent pearl

Ok, I had to google "haiku." O.O *ashamed* But then, I've never pretended to be a poet. You know how some people are gifted with the ability to find the beauty in life? And to put that beauty into words that make you weep?

I'm not one of them. I see only comedy.

But here goes. As promised, my Ode-ku(s) to the writerly subconcious known as the backbrain:

White wine and raindrops
Spark astonishing plot twists
Take that, lazy brain

Master Weaver crafts
Story-art with hidden loom
Poor clueless writer

Hot Earl Grey, toe socks
And premature dark bring words
Bite me, wintertime

O.O